I stopped and looked behind me, I could see through the trees a guy in his 30s hanging about 20 feet behind me. I quickly peed and then headed back to...ards him. He was wearing jeans and a red checked shirt, slim, about 5'6 and quite good looking. He started rubbing his crotch; I didn't need any more signal than that. I walked straight up to him and grabbed his bulge, Mmmm it felt decent, great!. He opened his jeans and flopped out a gorgeous smooth looking cock. I undid my trousers and pants. On the end wall of the main lounge was a large tin-type sepia photograph of a noosed man, hooded and hanging, naked with bound ankles and wrists bound behind his back; toes pointing down to the ground several inches out of reach. Either side of the hanged man stood a crowd of smiling women, pertly dressed in white blouses and long floor-length skirts. My cock stiffened as I viewed the photo, which I assumed was of a lynching from over 100 years ago; my cock stiffened all the more when I. No she had stopped lecturing about picking up panties as she enjoyed picking up her daughters thongs and bikini panties, soiled, even rank and wet with girl cum sometimes. She loved bringing herself to crashing climaxes smelling and tasting her little girl’s panties. "Now, Tatum. What happened at the mall? And don't tell me nothing, because I know when something is wrong with my little girl", Tatum’s eyes took on guilty look, confirming her suspicions."Something happened at the mall? What was. Any way, after setting up our little camp, we take a short dip in the ocean to cool off. The water allows us to strip off our swimsuits for a time of skinny dipping and love making. Lots of cuddling and playing in the waves. Any one walking the beach could see my breasts but wouldnt know we were fully naked fucking under the cover of the waves. After a wonderful time of making love and enjoying our bodies being clothing free we made our way back to our tent. Hubby slipped back into his trunks.