Giggling and laughing, we ran back to my car through the cold air, not bothering to get changed. It only took five minutes to drive to the campsite. W... both knew that there would be sparks and sweat, as soon as we stepped into her tent.Her tent was large enough, and felt warm because of the extra layer on the inside. We fell into a sea of blankets, and began kissing again. Her arms holding me to her, and stroking down my bare back. Soon my swimming shorts were pushed against her crotch as we. It was wonderful.I had never been to the Florida Keys — too many bugs for my wife to even consider for a vacation destination —and I kind of had a vague sense in the back of my mind that I wanted to see them. I had this intriguing mental picture of me sitting on the beach under a swaying palm tree, typing on a laptop I had yet to acquire and pretending I was a modern-day Hemingway. OK, it was a fantasy, but at least in my fantasies I could pretend to be able to write.Actually, I really did want. At the vivid memory, Lauralee looked into the mirror over the sink and ran her tongue over he lips. Robbie had run out of gas, after that climax, and was drained for some time, so she and Bettina had gone on making love, screwing each other clit to clit, then finger-fucking for awhile, and finally doing a sizzling, hunching sixty-nine, their heads locked between each other's gripping thighs, eating and pulling like hungry animals.Giving a last touch to her hair and a dab of perfume to her. Now she allowed her mind to remember what Jack had said last night. *********** She had stared in astonishment, her green eyes wide. They flashed angrily at him in the moonlight, filled with accusing and anger and undeniable hurt as if he had betrayed her, left her soul bare and empty. But she had not heard everything, so he grabbed her hand tightly, not realizing he would leave bruises, that she would refuse to show the pain. He grabbed her and talked fast, stumbling over his words in his.