As we fucked, I could look down into the face of her pretty, blond friend to my right, her eyes half closed behind dark glasses, and as her lips sligh...ly parted, I felt her hand reach behind me to caress my swollen balls. The dark-haired girl gasped, arched her back and quivered as my hips gyrated and pumped wildly in response. The press of the crowd was obscuring this action to all but those closest. People in front of us may have known something was going on but were too pressed in to turn. The plan was simple, we would eat at the local food stall, eating what was provided by the volunteers, mixing and socialising with the homeless. Then we’d prepared our bedding for the night. We’d got sleeping bags and I had constructed a frame from boxes and broken wood and covered it with a clear sheet of polythene. There would be little privacy tonight.At 8 in the evening we all assembled to go and check how the homeless were getting on and walked about town to sit and talk to them and. Greg was confused by that last statement. He thought that this guy was her boyfriend.I guess that wasn't him. Did her boyfriend lose a bet, and the bet was HER? I wonder how that happened. Hrm. Is the boyfriend a gambler? Was it a one-time thing or does it happen a lot and she likes it? Is she still with him? Guess I better do some more research on Kathy.Looking at his watch, Greg noticed that it was time for lunch. It had been a quiet morning. He had gotten nowhere on any of his big projects. I opened up our blanket while my husband got the bottle of wine out of the cooler. We pour ourselves each a glass of wine as we snack on crackers. It was just a gorgeous day for early May. We laid on the blanket for a while as we slowly drank down the bottle of wine. I had begun to feel pretty buzzed as my husband went over and grabbed our camera. He walked over with it and said, ”I want to get some naked pics of your beautiful body.” I said, “Honey, somebody may see us?” “We will be fine..