Then I layed on my back and went in between her thighs to suck her pussy. She too turned to 69 position and took my rod in her juicy mouth and started...sucking like an ice-cream cone. Both of us drank each other’s juices. Then She laid on her back and asked me to come over her. Her soft body was quite exiting. She held my cock and guided into her wet pussy. It went till it reached the last. I started my synchronized movements holding her close to my body, sucking her nipples and kissing. As soon as we set up camp, she was off to see if her ideas were even plausible. In less then a week, she had succeed in making some sort of contact with the a****ls, that night we celebrated. Sipping wine around the camp fire, having enjoyed a good meal, she came up behind me, rubbing my shoulders, “I don’t have anyway of thanking you for this opportunity, but maybe I could try”. She then kissed my neck, running her hands down my loose fitting shirt, squeezing each nipple until it hurt. Turning. ." Key giggled. She caught Jo's expression. "Yeah, I can say that. I'm a black girl."Squeal! "You ARE? I just thought you were just well-tanned!" PFFFFFFT!" Key stuck her tongue at Jo.We played a bit, heard a soft knock at the door. Jo answered it. "Oh, please come in," she said.The Hlinkas came in, accompanied by the aroma of freshly baked cookies."You don't have to pay your way in here, Mizz Betta," I said. "But you do make the best cookies."Georg smiled. "A man who comes home to the smells. " To prove my point I kissed her again, this time reaching up to place my hand around her neck to show her that I was serious. I was seriously taken by her. She responded by shoving her long tongue into my mouth and reached down to pull me against her. "We have to be quick," Francesca whispered as we kissed some more, while listening to her k**s screaming downstairs. Even though I knew it was wrong, and that messing around with a customer much less a married woman with k**s would get me fired,.