I felt him move and shift behind me and then I heard a zipper. He was obviously taking his dick out. I felt his hands lifting my shirt leaving my butt...exposed. He laid a hand on each of my ass cheeks squeezing and massaging and then he kissed my left butt cheek and rested his face on it and whispered, “you’re my dirty whore, I love you so much baby”. I realized he was kneeling behind me. He lifted his head and began to spread my ass cheeks. I couldn’t believe it, my. That meant that I was forced to hump the two large packs through the jungle. I had never gotten used to the smell of rotting vegetation, even though my sensors were not as sensitive, while in the stand-bye mode, as my human ones had been. I could not remember how people like Jerrod and the Irishman could stand the assault on that part of their brain without being able to regulate the sensitivity.Even with two fifty pound packs, I made good time moving along the Indian trail up to the old. During lunch with the family we learned that almost everyone was going to be at the band shell for a concert later that evening. We arranged to slip away to have some fun while everyone was distracted, but we had no clue where to go. The campground was pretty full of campers so this was going to be a challenge. We found that there were a lot of people there for the concert, and that the back of the parking lot where our families had parked was quiet and free of people. Just as it was starting. M.E.” she grabbed my hand and slapped her ass with it. “N.O.W!”Things progress ... they do that. Soon I was pounding her pussy as she was pushing back. Every slap of my cock in that tight hole called for another cheek slap. Zo was in constant ecstasy. The cabin sole was so well lubricated with human fluids, we were slip-sliding.The first time she moved to a dry spot she said, “Don’t stop ... I’m looking for better traction.”In the morning, when Miss Brouwer, “Ranthe, please,” came out of her.