He groped her flat chest, feeling the subtle rise of her small breasts through the fabric of her drool-and-sperm–soaked pajama top. It was see-throu...h under the conditions, and he would have been able to make out her nipples underneath if they had not been covered by the peculiar patches she was sporting.He reached for the hem of her garment and stripped it off over her head, then gazed at her svelte body. She looked like a toy, a doll, with her perfectly smooth, breasts curving down to her. I guess that perhaps the difference for this story is that she had smoked pot, and not drank much. Let me start from the beginning. We were on a camping trip, just the two of us. The first night we had our hike, and after cooking some food, we settled by our campfire. Another couple around our age (30s at the time), were sitting by their fire at the site next to ours. I put on the radio, and I guess they liked our choice in music. Before long they joined us by our fire, and we all hit it off. ”Mamta started begging me to remove her panty and finger her. I didn’t listen to her and kept teasing her and slapping on her butts while kissing her boobs and pressing it till she pleaded to spare her boob. Then I was licking her boobs and sucking those like a baby and teasing her in between by biting her pink pointed nipples.Further, I was sucking her nipples so passionately that she even got marks of sucking and biting on her nipples. The nipples turned red and she was liking it and asking. I really hadn't expected hookers and drug dealers. I had just with her fearful appraisal to rattle Reggie.I'm not at all sure they were hookers, maybe more like lawmaker's girlfriends in for a long weekend. I guess they figured that, if everyone else was doing it, no one would break the code of silence. Of course since I had been the other woman more than once, I wasn't going to tell, even if I had known who was who.Reggie crawled into her own bed and I was just as happy to see it. Like I had.