“I heard that already.” But still to show her change of attitude, she slowly, toe pointed down into the creek, sampled the water. It felt wonderfu..., washing off the caked on dirt of the travel along with washing her wounds, it felt cleansing but only for her toes, soon enough her entire body chilled, causing her to withdraw. Mr. B pipped up. “You may take off your clothes now if you don’t want them wet for the walk back.” The idea was appealing, though she felt terrible more pictures were being. Helena laughed when she noticed I was touching myself.She whispered in my ear that I was a horny married slutty bitch.She slipped off her hands from my body and told me good night.I closed my eyes; but two hours later I could feel some movements onto the bed. I heard some muffled voices and then a body moved a bit; to just get more comfortable.But then I could feel a growing erection pushing against my round firm buttocks. It was not a mistake. It was not any of Helena’s sex toys. It was a real. I pulled her tights down until her bare ass was sticking up in her bent over position. She leaned lower on her car, pushing her pussy back towards my cock and spreading her legs as much as she could with her tights down but not off.In the dark I ran my fingers thru her pussy lips and felt the wetness of her cunt. I pulled my zipper down, pulled my cock from my pants, put the head to her pussy and slowly slid into her. Her pussy was tight and wet and warm and begging me to fuck her hard and. Then when I come back home I'll have the real thing and I'll fuck your brains out.”I started just below her chin and moved the camera downward. Charlotte's nipples were hard, pulling her areolas into what could only be described as a puffy tit. Charlotte's skin was perfect; no one would be able to identify her from the video.Charlotte took hold of my cock and rose up more. I held the camera to the side. I so wanted to see my cock penetrate her pussy. Charlotte lowered herself, lining up my cock.