Christie was a slight bit taller than Pam, and almost two years older. She had been married a month after finishing High School, and hadn't had any c*...**dren. Could THAT be the PROBLEM? She was a little on the thick side, and had a "Kewpie Doll" face, with brown hair that barely reached her shoulders, and was just a little on the wavy side, but not curly. She had a very nice shape, and was wearing Jamaica shorts, a tie-dyed T-shirt, and flip flops. She still had beautiful legs, and almost dainty. “Now why would I want to do a silly thing like that when we both know you want me here?” The confidence in his voice was maddening; my pussy was absolutely pulsing with need for him. Maybe just this once I could deny him, deny my own desires for him. “No… You shouldn’t…. We can’t… Mmmmhmmm….” He took my face gently in his hands and kissed me. A deep, passionate, lustful kiss. A lover’s kiss. A kiss I shouldn’t have been having with this man. A kiss I gladly participated in. My sheer white. His big cock filled me and stretched me around his fat thick shaft. I cried out into the booth as i felt his throbbing spit soaked cock slide into my tight pussy with no resistance. I started to hump on his cock rocking back and forth the man rubbed my tits roughly now as i fucked him my arms around his neck as i rode him up and down. Then with no warning i felt my boyfriend shove his cock into my little asshole double penetrating me with a stranger in a small little booth that we all where. Desmond picked up the sound of a girl's voice laughing in mock protest and shouting,"You are getting me wet, Jason. Stop it now or I will tell the elders you are harassing the girls sent to wash the sheets downstream. My girls are working and not looking to swim or play with you or your buddies."It sounded so benign that Desmond ordered the others up to the vantage point and they silently filed up closer to see what was going on in the basin at the bottom of the stream. Jimbo was the least.