As she worked his cock into the open and before manoeuvring herself into a position where she could suck him asked, "I gather after dinner we will be ...oing back to your place". His reply was just a grunt as she squeezed and pulled his now fully erect prick. "I have always had a secret desire to be treated as a whore or a slut, so after dinner and we go to your place will you do that. I love to be called a cunt" Your wish is my command", he said followed by a gasp as she bent down and sucked his. Donna winked at me as she let the flap close. I could barely see in the tent, Stan did have his tshirt off and Donna was helping him put on a old ragged out shirt. She stood in front of him on her tippy toes hold out the shirt when she lost her balance dropping the shirt falling her chest into his bare chest. Stan quickly did a bear hug on her rolling a little back to keep her from falling.“Thank you Stan,” my wife said as Stan slowly released her.Stan came out of the tent . I gave him a musket. Use him but don’t abuse him.”I walked out to the back deck. We were out in open water, and there wasn't a boat around. I walked back into my sister.“OK, Cyn. Time to get some sun. You want to wear anything?”“You want to tease your husband again? Yeah OK. let's wear the bottoms. I don't want to have him jumping off the boat, that is not until he fucks me.”“So now you're looking for it. What, are you getting horny? It'll be another three or four hours before we can jump his bones.”“Yes, I am. Your hands reach for my head, pulling me closer, urging me to continue. A new sensation reaches your brain. Your skirt is being raised for the third time tonight. As you skirt rises above where your panties used to be, the outside air flows across the moisture trapped in your pantyhose. The air picks up the scent of your arousal and disperses it throughout the room. My fingers gently caress the inside of your right knee, and then they start to travel up your right thigh. Just as you think they.