Quietly as possible, nauseous, she gathered clean clothing, including her black leather boots, and her spare parka and gloves. Her new parka hung in t...e downstairs foyer closet, along with her scarf; her gloves were stuffed in the pockets. Rather than jeans, she chose black cords this time, and a red and blue flannel shirt. She’d worn it to school on Monday, but who cared. She’d wait to dress in 3109, out of earshot of Mom.Eyeing the gate, she wondered if it could be turned off, or otherwise. . with you."Serafina resisted for a moment, still angry at his infidelity, but it had been over two years since she had seen her husband. She had not been with -- had not even _thought_ of being with any other man. Her hands reached up around his neck. She thrilled at the touch of their bodies.Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Serafina moaned slightly and opened her mouth just a bit. Julio's tongue darted in to play with her own. She felt him pull her close, felt her breasts pushed up. One thing we quickly learned was that the “camper girls” got just as excited watching a heifer get bred as we did. That gave us the opening we needed and soon we had groups of up to four of those girls naked in the woods, in the haymows, and even on isolated beaches. We got to examine and lick their lovely hairless cunts, and they got to see our erect cocks, touch them, and watch us stroke them. Stroke them to little avail by the way, as neither of us boys could cum yet.Our games progressed to. When the man's finger went a little deeper, she grabbed her breasts squeezing her nipples as he started playing with her pussy. The rhythm of the man's finger going in and out of her was sending an electrifying pleasurable feeling through her body. She let out a low disappointing whimper when he pulled his finger out of her. There was an emptiness in her now. She needed to be filled once again.The man repositioned her until she was on her hands and knees, like a loyal dog waiting for her master.