I turned back on Route 202 and headed towards the fair. As I pulled back up to the entrance, Cindy asked me what I was doing. The fair was dark except...for a few security lights and a guard at the entrance was the only visible sign of human life. I parked near the main entrance and told Cindy to wait there. I ran around back by the fence where the pop-up trailers were. The carnies were hanging out, drinking beer. I called out for Jose. "Jose, Jose!" I shouted. Jose came to the fence. "What up,. “You know you have to go Matt. Those folks need your help. You can’t just ignore them.”“I know, sweety. My mind was made up before Paul was finished talking.”Just then, Paul came back on the radio. “You still there, Mountain Man?”“Yeah, I’m here, Paul. Give me their coordinates. Are you in contact with them?”“Negative Matt, just the EPIRB signal. Here’s their location.” Paul read off the latitude, longitude.“Ok, Paul, I’ll get on the trail as quickly as possible. You wouldn’t happen to have a. She snorted through her nose. "I mean, you're doing it right now," she said with a tone that was half annoyance, half amusement.I sighed. "I-I guess," I began, realizing with a dawning recognition of the blatantly obvious that she was right. "I don't know what's wrong with me..."But I did know, though the admission was shocking to me. All night long I'd been sneaking glimpses of my friend's long legs, studying the firm muscle of her calves; the way her strappy heels had pulled them into tight. Naughty girl had went into the kitchen and fingered her little sweet pussy for some, while getting the beers. I had wondered what had taken her so long. She asked how my beer was and with a smile, she asked our friend if his was good too. She later told me she had stuck both bottles in her mouth & pussy and got them all wet with her pussy juice. Oh what a dirty slut..We had a throw blanket covering us as we lay. She reached back, grabbing my cock though my shorts, she squeezed it, pulled on it,.