She was enjoying herself instead. I'd just gone down on her and licked her pussy to another orgasm and now she was on her knees being pounded hard, be...ging me to fuck her hard and cum deep inside her. God we were noisy, my tummy slapped rhythmically against her bottom and the van squeaked as it rocked on its springs. We both climaxed loudly and as we recovered I couldn't help wondering if the whole campground had heard us coupling so passionately. The thought got me hard again, much to my. She was wearing tight pants and a sleeveless blouse. I knew Mormons were supposed to wear long underwear and that she was obviously not wearing hers. Her arms were so sumptuous looking and I could have just started kissing her curvy tanned shoulders. She let me know that my girlfriend was gone for the afternoon, she had just started a summer job. I was disappointed and told her that it was too bad but I wanted to take my girlfriend swimming. With that, she said "You know, swimming would be. But Ronnie had no way of knowing that. And because Ronnie and I had become so entwined, my violent, yelping effort to get away from her flung both of us onto the floor, knocking the coffee table out of the way. Ronnie gave a quick scream. In an instant, I landed on my back, with Ronnie on her side, face up on top of me.She was laughing hysterically, surprised. "Steven, what the hell did you do?!"I said, "You shouldn't tickle me." I tried to get up.She pushed back. "Nope. Gotcha now."Quickly she. Uncle Fred won the round. Travis made an excuse to leave the table. He went back in the house. He could hear his wife, mother-in-law, and her aunt talking in living room. He walked up the stairs and entered the lavatory. The five-foot-ten, ox of a man sat down to take a shit in the dark. The door knob rattled. “Occupied,” he grunted.“Sorry,” came the subtle voice of Shakeia.“You’re good,” Travis yelled. “Hang on. I’m almost done.”Travis flushed and unlocked the door. He opened it slightly and.