It was me who was turned on still thinking about the bag that was under me. That bag containing a piece of fabric that was Danielle’s. Man I felt pa...hetic. It’s just a piece of underwear for girls to wear. Come on get over it. I closed my eyes but of course couldn’t sleep. I turned and turned for about 15 minutes. Urgh… ok. I’ll just get it out one more time, take a smell and tomorrow I will get rid of it. I took the bag and pulled out that bright pink thong. It looks so good. Smells so good. I. We never even had sex in the living room, let alone outdoors."It's festival weekend, nobody is going to be out patrolling the grounds. Trust me," she said. I couldn't help but wonder if she was speaking from experience.I drove for a few miles, hoping that the further we got out of town, the more traffic would thin out. We finally saw a driveway with a clearing that was hidden from the road by a row of trees. It was now or never. I realized that my wife was too drunk to get out of the van or get. Her cunt was on fire just staring at Greta’s filled pussy.“Feels even better,” Greta moaned, she slipped the hand pinching her cunt down to finger her filled pussy. Her body slowly moved from the rock and stepped over to hug her best friend. “Your turn.”Eagerly Tami handed off the camera to Greta and made her way over to Turner who had moved over to where Greta had been fucked, clearly the smell of sex had gotten him excited because his cock was dangling freely. She brushed some dark hair from. She made a left and carried on walking down the corridor once more. She got to the end of the corridor where two big wooden doors stood. She knocked lightly and the door opened. Inside were about a dozen people, men and women. But what caught her eye was a man in his forties, jet black hair, greying at the edges. He had a sharp blue eyes and a strong chiselled jaw. He was tall and thin with a very expensive suit. Mia could feel herself getting a bit wet from looking at him. All the people.