Most people use charcoal or gas grills now.”“Not the same,” said Ed while he opened one of three Dutch ovens and examined the contents. The pint... beans were ready for cooking. He put the lid back on the Dutch oven.“You’re right,” replied Marguerite. She didn’t have a chance to check out the contents of the Dutch oven and was curious as to what was in it. Of course, she wouldn’t condescend to ask.Ed went through the rest of the food that he was going to cook. Sweet corn still in the husk and. I stood there, gaping at her, realizing she'd just told me she knew I'd fucked her friend. And I was stunned, knowing she wanted to see me do it again.God help me, I wanted to do everything she'd mentioned. And more.That afternoon was uneventful between the girls. Nothing dirty, sexual, perverted or kinky. We did have a lot of fun on our vacation day, visiting more sights, spending time with my wife, laughing, joking, and just overall enjoying everything.About 10pm, the evening wound down, and. .lucky gurl," he laughed still caressing my bottom.I blushed but also sighed at the caress, my cock also throbbed painfullymaking me wonder if I was in fact a faggot. I realised it was more thefact that I had been starved of sensual contact for so long that evenfrom a man it felt wonderful."I think she likes it," whispered a voice in my left ear and a secondhand joined the first, this time from the left and far more demanding. Itslipped under the panties and the fingers delved into the crease. I spent the better part of two hours licking her right foot. Getting in between her toes with my tongue, on the brink of cumming the entire time. But I knew I had to save it for her. I licked it so much that her feet were becoming wrinkled from the saliva. It was dripping off. As I sucked and licked I spat huge amount of spit all over her foot. The bed sheet had become soaking wet. Satisfied with how her right foot was I started on the left. This time I didn’t take her sock all the way off at.