She pushed me back, and fell on top of me, straddling my hips, her wet pussy pushing down on top of my cock. “Fuck me!” she pleaded, grabbing at m... manhood and pushing it into her pussy. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy as it enveloped my cock, the walls of her vagina pulsating and squeezing my cock. Her pelvis crashed against mine and she pounded my chest with her small fists. “Oh my gawd! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” she demanded as she worked her hips back and forth feverishly.. Two weeks and two days after the overnight party—but who’s counting?—Anna and I rushed into a hug with exactly the same enthusiasm as when we parted that Sunday afternoon. The corner restaurant where we met was between the lunch and dinner crowds, so they didn’t mind having a couple of women sitting in a corner booth with pie and coffee scarcely touched in front of them for two hours.We caught up on all the happenings with our children and then with each other. As we talked, our hands touched. It was raining and foggy and out of nowhere there was the most beautiful woman waiting for the train. She was different than most women.She had dark curly hair and the blackest eyes you’d ever seen. She had a voluptuous body and had the nicest set of knockers. She was wearing the most revealing outfit and Gary wondered why she’d be alone looking like that.Gary felt a twitch in his pants while looking at the mysterious woman. She made Gary feel excited and hot and his cock was throbbing in his. That's what happens when a 46 year old woman gets awakened in the middle of the night.The bathhouse was in the trailer part of the campsite. So like it or not, I was going to be near the shouting. I was sleeping in my clothes, so the .357 was near me, but not inside my jeans. Before I left the space the pistol was back under my sloppy tee and inside the waist band of my jeans.The bathhouse should have been the only puddle of light in the dark night, but the trailers were all lit. I noticed the.