- I'm really excited you came back, I said. We started kissing and I let my hand slide down Yvette's waist targeting her delicious pussy. I could feel...the warmth from her cunt as I rubbed my hand against her pantyhose. Yvette was moaning loudly when my hand found it's way down her pantyhose and my fingers started rubbing her slippery pussy, To my great pleasure I could feel she had a lot of pubic hair. Her mouth was wide open and my tongue was dancing with hers. I started kissing her neck and. We all still lay in our sleeping bags, passed out on the ground after a long night of drinking and talking. She must have roused herself but a few minutes before I opened my sleepy eyes to glimpse her out on the hood greeting the day. She picked up the brush she had carefully packed into her bag with her and brushed her hair till it was shimmering. Even out in the woods she groomed fastidiously. Though the rest of us bore the dirt smudges and rustled hair that we’d picked up on our three days. I licked his hand and ate the candy. Daniel then said if I wanted more candies, I should follow him. He walked to the bedroom, leaving a trail of candies in his wake and then stood in the doorway, waiting and watching me. Very slowly, enjoying every movement, I she picked up every candy with my lips from the floor and ate them delicately, never taking my eyes off his. I noticed the bulge inside his trousers was growing hard.That was the treat I really wanted; so I crawled the rest of the way. A typical posting involves comments about the need to be discrete and wanting to meet in a public place to see what the chemistry is like. I receive a variety of replies; far too many from desperate men who can’t seem to write a meaningful sentence. But every now and then one seems to stick a cord. One of the recent replies was from a middle age married man, who described himself as “curious”. We agreed to meet late in the afternoon at local coffee shop. I am always a little nervous about.