Betty watched them for a while, seeing her husband's face buried in their daughter's curly brown hair, seeing them glide and snuggle, the robes fallin... open as their bodies touched and kissed in rhythm. Then she moved to them and tapped Chad on the shoulder."May I cut in?"His face whipped around to stare at her. "Huh? Hey-- well, - now-- Betty. What--"She slid into his arms as Linda moved back. Chad was really snockered, but he could still dance. Betty moved to him and with him as Linda walked. At which point I retreated to my tent in the hopes of not becoming anyone's "muse", especially the three over zealous horndogs of the bunch; McKinley, Ford, and Gilvarry. Big mistake on my part.I had been trying my best to not spend too much time shooting the shit with the guys since the stupid mail prank last month. I guess they got bored (and stupid) and thought it would be some fun at my expense but it didn't turn out that way. Instead they read out loud the entire letter from my boyfriend. "Rosalinda followed Trina and Anne into the restroom. She didn't really have to answer the call of nature, but both girls had invited her to come with them, and she wanted to do whatever it was they were doing. She suspected they wanted to talk about the boys, privately. Which was fine by her; she wanted to ask them about Vince...Anne headed into one of the stalls, while Trina walked up to the mirror and began to fix her hair. Rosalinda giggled inwardly, not knowing why Trina bothered-- her. "I say:I pull my fingers out of your ass and grab onto your hips.I say:My hands grip strong as I pull you back against my cock. Burying myself deep inside and then pulling out quickly.You say:I nod and prepare myself biting my lip.I say:I begin to pump my cock into you animalisticallyI say:My hands grip you even tighter.You say:I bite my lip hard trying my hardest to muffle my moans as you thrust in and out, bouncing me back as forth.I say:I moan deeply as my cock twitches inside of you..