So I decided to head to one of the lesser known spots as I had a thought there might be a couple there..How right I was I pulled down the rd & the car...ark had 7 cars in it & was full so I went passed turned & stopped in a little pull in 50m passed the carpark & walked back.I started off down the path leading into the woods got about 150m when a little light shone out like a guiding beacon.I stepped over the small ditch & there on a rug surrounded by about 8 chaps was a lady in heels , stockings. We cuddled.“You are an amazing, sexy woman, Katie,” Jack whispered in my ear as he pulled me close.“I’m having a nice time,” I responded and shivered as I orgasmed one more time. “It was a fun day.”“Let’s get some rest,” he suggested and flicked on the TV as we lay back to relax.Of course, he tuned it on to one of the non-stop porn channels that are constantly available and included in the inclusive package here. Like I needed to watch more sucking and fucking! I did, though, and gently. I know several highly intelligent, Classy and dignified women. Class has nothing to do with race, gender, sexual orientation or social status. You could be a millionaire and still be trashy. You could also be Harvard-educated and remain a piece of trash. Likewise, a poor farmer could be a Classier man than some rude rich woman you see shopping at the Mall. I despise people who have no Class. They're rude, mean-spirited, obnoxious and have no manners. They've always been very easy to identify.. He was quickly stiffening again, and as soon as Heather realized it, she swung a leg over his midsection and sat upright. Straddling his waist, she lifted up and lowered her drenched pussy onto his upright prick.Robby guided her motions above him, enjoying the view in the dying firelight. “You know, I really meant what I said.”“About what?” asked Heather. Her clit was rubbing against the topside of Robby’s cock, and she shuddered with the pleasure.“About you being pretty enough to be in.