Bill was still asleep as I eased myself out of bed, grabbed a pair of panties and a shirt and headed for the bathroom. I dressed, walked to the kitche..., made myself a cup of coffee and turned on the news. I continued my thoughts from the previous night.I knew that no matter what else happened between us, I had to help Bill get out of the spot he was in. I went to the kitchen and pulled out my Dad's phone book. I scanned the pages trying to remember his name. There it was, Jim Hill. It listed. Fuck yes, I love being eaten out by you,” as smaller but no less powerful waves of orgasmic pulses rippled through her body. Kandy, had pulled up the chair that we were fucking on earlier and sat there with her skirt gathered up around her waist, her panties pulled to the side and her fingers rubbing in circular motion over clit. When Kandy’s wetness became more pronounced she at first pushed her middle digit up inside her hole, then added another two fingers to give herself a really good. "This place is luxurious compared to where we've been camped the past month!" Frankie said. "There was running water in our cabin for doing dishes and washing up. The shower was outside hanging from a tree in the jungle. There was a composting toilet on the other side of the cabin." Pee in the yard, poop in the bucket, our landlady said. We thought she was kidding until we got there," Chuck laughed. "This one might take two chapters in our book!" You're writing a book?" I asked."Might as well.. ....................................................................Tuesday finally arrived and so did Chris at Cam's doorstep, ringing the bell. And, suddenly, there stood Cam, decked out in a sexy light pink bra with underwire cups, garterbelt and stockings, fishnet, pretty pink panties covering them showing his cock keaking precum oozing from it, high heels, perfume, wig, lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara, rouge..........."Ohh my fucking.. oh damn you look wonderful!" Chris moaned as Cam helped.