Fighting temptation I started to massage her feet then run my hands slowly up her leg, past her butterfly tattoo. When I got to the backs of her knees...I began running one finger up each side of her leg up and down, to her ass cheek and back. I then worked the inside of her legs at a snails pace. As I was moving up I gentle pulled her legs apart and brushed off her pussy- she was dripping with wetness. I ran my fingers along her pussy lips and touched her clit. She was radiating heat and I knew. When Ravi Shankar began playing the sitar I fled like the final girl in a slasher flick. The earth was a sea of mud. But, with 400,000 people here and only five Port-A-Potties, I could only hope it was mud. Arriving at my hillside tent as the heavy rain began, I noticed a lovely hippy chick drenched and shivering. Her brown perm by now hanging over her smooth, porcelain complexion, perky titties straining against her tie-dyed halter top and with a taut midriff I could eat a continental. She turned around, bracing herself on the wall as she pushed out her ass. She could feel the head of his cock rubbing between the globes of her ass, pressing against her puckered hole. She moaned and pushed her ass towards him, the thick head of his prick entering her slowly. "Oh shit that's tight," Mark moaned, pushing himself deeper into her. His long shaft penetrated her ass roughly, causing her to moan out into the darkness. His hands made their way around her to twist and pull at her. Please wait. I grin and run my soaked finger up to her mouth. She licks it this time and we pull into the next hotel. Again NO VACANCY. As we go hotel to hotel a horrible pattern emerges... NO VACANCY, NO VACANCY, NO VACANCY! We are both horny as hell and frustrated. We pull into the last hotel on the street and go to the front desk. Do you have a room, your No Vacancy sign is not lit up! No he says, I am sorry and flips it on. Samantha almost falls to her knees. I look at the guy and chuckle..