“Start with my back,” she said, lifting her arms and resting her face on the backs of her hands.Jason kissed her shoulders and worked his way down...her back. He kissed her shoulder blades. “You have a pretty back,” he said as he kissed the length of her spine. He covered her buttocks with sloppy, wide-open-mouth kisses that made her giggle; then he kissed the backs of her thighs and tongued the insides of her knees. Alternating from side to side he covered her calves with kisses and then the. What's a camper like this like inside? Well, no, I wasn't hinting, but if you don't mind...?Whoof. Bit of a step up there for somone who usually has her feet on the ground.Neat. a little dining table. Mind if I sit down for a minute? This is really nice; a sink and a stove and bunk beds and everything.Not that it's any of my business, but what're you doing 'round here? Pretty much a backwater since the mill shut down; the motion picture show closed years ago... Not a lot to do.Plannin' to. I shot my wad and we all relaxed on the bed for a while. Then I said, "I have an idea." They both became suspicious, of course. They both knew I was an old pervert now. "Go get your strap-on Sherry. I know you have one. And would you like to blow me, Sherry?" "Ooh no." "Would you blow your Jack, Brandy?" "Yes, my sweet old Jack." So I stood beside the beds and presented my cock to Brandy, and she started giving me a wonderful cock-sucking. While she did that, I motioned to Sherry to. Well it was getting late, girls still didn’t return and I could imagine Lynda copping a good fucking while Nicolette was avoiding passes as happened a number of times when single according to some of Nicolette’s account during our bedtime talk. It was past 1:00 am when I went to bed wondering what was happening and unable to sleep too well from anxiety and excitement, was sure the girls were OK as the sailors should be respectful, to an extent or perhaps they were picked up by local.