You run your finger along the length of each of them , feeling a sting for each moment of contact."How many do you think there were?" A gruff female v...ice asks from behind you.You turn abruptly to face the voice. You find a woman with muscles that almost rival your own sitting in your windowsill. The curves of the spikey-haired blonde make the tattered black shirt she wears loose over her midriff displaying her solid, scar-touched abs; the sleeves, however, grip tightly to the woman's muscular. I lapped at the juices on her thighs as I made my way to their source.As I nestled into her crotch, Kelly rubbed her moistness all over my face. At one point, my nose rubbed her little pucker, and she moaned just a little extra. I took the hint and pushed her forward a bit more. Gripping her ass tightly, I tickled her rear entrance with just the tip of my tongue. Kelly's thighs immediately clamped down on my head, and I knew that I had her.I began flicking and drilling at Kelly's little. That seemed to motivate him even more and he managed to reach with one of his fingers my clit and I sucked in a breath.He started caressing it slowly and I had to bite his neck, causing him to moan, to muffle any noise, then, he moved another finger and started fingering me, doing both things at the same time.After that, he started to move and I wrapped my legs around his hips, both of us were moaning but we tried (without much success) to keep quiet.I put myself on top of him now and started. We passed a few people on the way, going up and down, and two couples at the lookout. We hung around looking at the view until the others left, which took about fifteen minutes. After Dad was sure they were gone and nobody else was coming, we carefully picked our way down around the bluff. Our preferred site was empty. We had it all to ourselves.Mom pulled a large blanket from one of the packs and spread it over the moss. Our lunch was emptied from the other pack and we sat down to enjoy the.