"Why are these wet baby?" I whispered. "Were you playing with that tight teen cunt earlier? Hmm. You like slut." Noting the blank expression on her fa...e, I moved to kneel before her again and nuzzled up to her bare pussy with my nose and brushed my lips against her hairless mound, allowing her musky scent to fill my nostrils. Having had my fill, I then proceeded to slowly lick the outline of her delicate vulva and grinned smugly to myself as I heard the tiniest of whimpers finally escape her. It was only the night before when the sensuously sweet Honey knocked on her tent flap and asked permission to enter.“Yes, permission granted, enter and state your business!”The girl was clothed only in her knee length nightie that was the official nightwear issue for the female Boy Scouts. The boys wore their green undershirts and a pair of camouflage briefs that had an opening for their dicks if they had to take a leak. Of course, the Girls had the advantage of just squatting down and lifting. I poured oil into his crack and pushed my finger into his ass and kept it in there for thirty seconds or so, moving it around as much as I could.“Does that feel good?”“Oh yes, yes,” he said.“I want to massage every part of you,” I said.I did his legs one at a time and told him to flip over. I massaged his arms and chest first, and then lowered to his stomach. I got as low as his navel and made sure I bumped his half-turgid penis several times. I worked around it to his upper thighs as he oohed. He continued pinching and pulling my nipple while his other hand delved inside the slit of my dress and cupped my wet pussy. Yes, oh my god yes, I was wet, very wet. There was no denying that I wanted this man, but I was married and knew it was wrong. Yet, I couldn't help myself. It had been so long since a man had touched me. He stopped fondling my breast and took the clip from my hair, letting my long locks cascade to the middle of my back. His hand tangled in my hair and he pulled my head.