” But he couldn’t pull himself away from me. I wouldn’t let him. He just looked at me as I walked toward him, unbuttoning my shirt. I’ve had a...lot of time to perfect my body, and I’m naturally pale. Some people have told me I look like a Greek statue. As I opened my shirt, he just stared at me. By this time I was close enough that I could hear his heart beating, and I was starting to get hungry. I could smell his sweat, but it was mixed with the smell of lust as well. His cargo pants started to. “Smoke it” he ordered.I dropped to my knees and wrapped my hand around his cock. I began to suck his cock. I couldn’t resist and slipped my other hand between my legs. My pussy was soaked. I heard moaning and looked over at Mrs Burke. She was watching me suck her husband’s cock while she orgasmed. Obviously she wasn’t satisfied with one as she kept going. Soon after I climaxed with a moan, well as much as one can moan with a mouthful of cock. Mr Burke was getting more excited and I sucked. A tattered mattress, actually, now that I had time to look, two of them on opposite sides of the clearing. A small table made from scraps of wood. Small shelves, again made of scraps of lumber held some canned food, and a central pit was lined with heavy stones. A fire pit. Overhead was a tattered canvas tarp, dark, and it was tied to some trees, spreading it open. All in all, it looked like a camp site. Just one that was used for a long time.I was again thrust to the ground, this time. It has a very conveniently placed slit up it's side, making it very easy to slide my hand up my thigh, across the top of my stockings and garters and into my quim. Oh god, I'm soaking wet! Oh, and I'm not wearing panties too. What can I say, I have to get our rocks off somehow. I slide my finger across my nether lips and close my eyes as the sensations tighten in my stomach. My hard little bud is peeking out and I graze it lightly with my fingernail. Feeling the need for something more, I.