I was close to the Tennessee-North Carolina border north of Georgia when my adventure, the subject of this story began.I was resting on a boulder afte... a series of fairly steep inclines reminded me I still had some toughening up to do. The area around me was pretty rugged and I hadn't seen any sign of civilization for two days. As I was munching on some trail mix and sipping from my canteen, I thought I saw some movement in my peripheral vision. I looked around to spot it but saw nothing. There. I was shocked, having never considered the significance. I was still married, after all, even though my slut wife was doing half the men in town. Ok, it was a stupid attitude, but I was old-fashioned in some ways.It was my turn to be flustered.“I’m kidding, Russ, really. I’m just joking.”Relieved, I started to feel less embarrassed.We had just finished our meal when two familiar faces walked into the restaurant. Maria saw the color drain from my face, and my demeanor change, from upbeat and fun. ? The good news is there is plenty of fruitaround and I found a small fresh water stream about a quarter of a mile intothe jungle.? Hungry?? ?Starved!? So, what are our chances of getting rescued?? Jim handed me a couple of bananas from the bag while heproceeded to carve up a mango.? ?Well, I?m not sure where in the hell we are.? If we?re in the shipping lanes, we should beable to attract attention with a bonfire.?Maybe they?ll send out search planes looking for us when we don?t arrivein. The sounds of Ronnie taking it nastily right on her squirming flesh made Doreen squirt her pussy juices right on top of Ronnie's pretty face and then she lowered her slit for the street-wise girl to lick into a convulsing orgasm that never seemed to want to end.Doreen liked to wear white and she was attracted to the color even more now that she had descended in erotic depravity. She put on her white on white thong with the flower rosettes and pulled up her white panty-hose before she pulled.