" That's better. Now put your tangas back on, hun." Mistress reached outher hand with my panties dangling from her finger tips.With my ass still damp...with cum, I took the panties from Mistress andslipped first one squatted leg and then the other through the legopenings. I then brought my legs together and pulled the satin along upmy silken calves, dropped to my knees, pulled the tight tangas over mygarter straps and up my thighs. I stopped to try and tuck my clitty away,but all the talk of a. By the time you get back to the tent I’ve set up the lamps and am cooking some bacon over a small gas fire. Offering you a bacon sandwich I remind you that I hate sleeping with wet hair so we have some time to kill before crashing out but it shouldn’t be long because one advantage of the hot night will be drying us off quickly. We sit and talk of trivial things for half an hour simply enjoying the pleasure of each-others company. We listen to the next tent over pack up their things for the. She wouldn't leave the man alone on the grounds giventhere was no mistaking him as anything but a large burly man.His attraction to her was obvious as he couldn't keep his eyes off herand finally she had to stand out of sight just so he would finish.Leaving his personnel number "just in case anything would requirefurther attention," No she wouldn't call day or night, or ever for thatmatter. He even smelled, not the sweaty odor from work, which in theend he did, but the distinctive rough smell. To my surprise it contained a very small sheer g-string bikini and top. It was so small that all the fabric combined barely covered the palm of my hand. And it was so sheer, it was made of a fine mesh, that I could see my skin through it. Holding the bikini top up to my boobs, it seemed like the triangles were so small that they barely covered my aureole, let alone providing any coverage for my boobs.Unexpectedly, playing around with these tiny pieces of fabric began to turn me on, so I.