He's dressed in jeans and a nice shirt. You really only notice the bulge in his denim. He reaches down the sides of your legs and slides your dress up...your body, rough fingers on smooth skin. Legs, thighs, hips, waist. His hands stop at your breasts, the dress bunched above his fingers. He squeezes your breasts through the cloth, and you feel the strength in him.The man in front is taller, a little thin, perhaps, and slightly older. He looks as though he thinks for a living, rather than working. " That side?" I asked."Naked side," he confirmed."Would you like me to close the window?" I asked. "Oh, no. I would never want that," he replied. I glanced down and saw a bulge in his pants. I was already feeling playful so I decided to see how far this would go. "How long has it been since you've seen a woman naked? Before today," I laughed. "Years, unless you count TV," he confessed. "Are you horny, Mr. Hardy?" I asked as I played with my robe string. "Call me Tony," he told me. "Are you. "Fuck me, slut! Make me cum so hard!"Sable's hands tightened on Christy's hips; her thrust hammered away. "Yes, Mistress! I love you. I live to please you." You're pleasing me so much!"Sable's green eyes flashed. Her back arched. "I'm cumming, Mistress! I'm so happy! Oh, yes!"Her thrusts grew erratic, but she kept pumping as her bliss shuddered through her. Christy slammed her hips back, squeezing her pussy tight around the dildo. The ridges stirred her nerves up, every thrust bringing her a. As he pulled the canoe up on the shore he looked at me and said. “Well as I live and breath its Christine! What are you doing down here on the dock all alone?” ‘Wow he does know who I am.’ I thought, but I said, “Oh I just came down here to see the sunset and look at the stars for a little while before I go to bed. I only have a week left of this camp and I want to see the sunset as often as I can before I go home.” “I guess I kind of take those sunsets for granted. You’re right to enjoy them.