Even though I was now the opposite sex from him, he would never accept the fact that he was making love to his formerly masculine bearded pal. I'd hav... to wait until our camping trip was over to be with him the way this body wanted to be with him, or any other man for that matter. With a sigh, I realized that the sun was just about to peek over the ocean horizon and I knew that I had to get back. One last time, I let my slender hands and fingers run through my soft hair and linger over my curvy. “Where's Charlie...?”“Charlie ain't here, honey,” Carl said, firmly groping her small butt. “We got you all to ourselves.”“Wait – no! Stop!” she yelped, starting to struggle. She was tired and drunk, barely able to stand in her high heels as Paul and Carl felt her up, lifting her top over her tits and revealing her sexy thong under the miniskirt.“Damn, look at that ass,” Carl said as he spanked her firmly.“Ouch! That hurts!” she whined, squirming her arms, trying to break free from Paul's tight. “Your cock is so good.”John plowed me relentlessly. The room was filled with the sounds of our skin slapping together and my wet pussy swallowing his cock. Sweat was forming on his forehead and chest, and I could smell my scent in the air. He was using me like a fuck doll, and I absolutely loved it. I squeezed my tits through my dress and felt my pussy juice dripping down onto my asshole.Meanwhile, John was laser-focused on my cunt. He watched his iron-hard cock penetrate me with ease, grunting. ”“She called you a real stud at the game last Friday.”“Really!”“Yep. I could tell her that you think she’s beautiful and hot. She might react favorably.”“You really want to do that?”“Sure! Why not? I bet she’s good in bed.”“Donna! That’s not a nice thing to say about your step-mother.”“Well, I’m just being honest.”As my thoughts turned to fucking Marie Jackson, my cock began to grow. Marie has long black hair and drives around town in her black T-bird looking like the best lay in town, which.