By the time we’d finished our third beers, it was now dark enough to be concealed from anybody who might be hiking on the trail that went by our sit...e, or so I thought. I went into the tent and thought he’d follow, but instead he told me to grab the blanket and come back out of the tent. The idea that we were about to have outdoor sex was enough to get me instantly hard. I spread the blanket out on the grass just on the west side of the tent, so in case someone did come down the trail,. All four of my fingers went in to stroke around inside her. My tongue concentrated on her clit. She began to move about. She put her hands on my head. I remembered Carol had not used her hands the last time. I pulled away from her clit and said, "No hands." She questioned what I meant. I explained, "Carol did not put her hands on my head. She arched up and pushed her pussy into my face."Brenda did as I explained and asked, "Like this?"I said, "Uh huh," as I dove into her pussy as I. I was adamant he finish in three. In the end, I told him I’d pay him a five dollar bonus for every day less than forty-two.Friday afternoon, I paid my weekly visit to Pritchett’s Mercantile. I always tried to visit the store on Fridays, because they received new stock from back east every Thursday. The first thing I laid my eyes on were some Levi Strauss denim jeans, although, back then they were called ‘waist overalls.’ I bought all three pair he had that fit around my waist. The jeans were. She is clearly trying to warm me up with the friction of her pussy rubbing over my cock. She stops kissing me and puts her lips to me ear and whispers, “Are you getting any warmer yet, my little panty lover.” She breathes into my ear. “Not quite yet,” I cheekily say, hoping it will spur her on to rub me further with her crotch. Emmy pulls back and looks at me with a cheeky grin across her face. She knows I am no longer cold and I was just encouraging her to go on. What I don’t know is what that.