Carolyn and I were hiking a trail up to a wooded ridge and a spectacular view of the autumn colors to take some photo's. s**ttered shafts of sunlight ...treamed through the trees, lighting up the multi-colored leaves and highlighted the rhythmic swaying curves of Carolyn's well rounded ass and firm legs as I followed her pace. She playfully complained about how her thighs were still sore from the intensity of our passionate sex in the tent the night before. I teased her about it being her own. They dangled, as she couldn't reach the floor.The coach she sat on dwarfed her petite five-inch-plus frame and made her sink into a soft expanse of leather. Her hands tried to pull down her skirt, an effort at modesty that made Angique smile. It seemed as if the childlike sweetness of her outfit rubbed off on the little slut's behavior, suggesting an aura of innocence.Angique sat behind a large table across from her, wearing an ankle-long coat of black kid leather. It hung open to show a low. When I was climbing the stairs, I heard Anita’s voice giggling in the main entrance. She sounded as she had several margaritas in her veins…She was not alone: somebody was there besides my sweet wife, because I heard her to ask her partner to be quiet…I thought it could be her girlfriend Helena, but then I heard a man’s voice.They went to the guest room and left the door open. I approached, curious to know who was there with my sweet wife…I sneaked from the door, hidden by the hallway darkness. He massaged my pussy through my panties causing me to flinch and gasp at his touch as he fingered me, he grinned down at me through his mask and made some filthy comments about the tightness of my young pussy and getting into my teenage panties. "Stop it!" Cried Sam. "She's only a girl." The leader looked round at Sam and withdrew his hands. "I'll deal with to you later!" He said, pointing at me and strode over to stand in front of Sam, who was still held firmly by one of the men. Sam did not.