Then we both said "Sure!" at once."I'll go get my sleeping bag.I paused for a moment, then took the plunge: "It's a pretty small tent. You might want ...to just share ours." You don't mind?" Of course not."Thanks!" She gave me a brief hug. "I'll go get ready for bed." Get some water jugs out of your car and put them in your tent," I advised her. "That'll keep it from blowing away in the night."After I'd brushed my teeth, I crawled inside the tent, cracked a glowstick, and hung it from the roof.. Soon you start to maneuver, trying to find a way to get both pussy and ass pleasured. “Pleasepleaseplease” you sob over and over, but I am evil and keep my fingers hovering, just barely touching you. I can see the juice dripping from your crotch, the smell is marvelous. “Gods Damn it!” you cry turning around suddenly. You lean back on the counter and hike a leg over my shoulder. “You bastard.” You say with a smile.” I’ve had it! Lick me, you fuck. Lick my pussy! “ Who am I to argue? I. Fir cock head ke jor se bite karti hu……tu jor se mere bal ko pakarta hai…..n mere ko mouth fuck deta hai…..fir pani se bahar aa ke mai andar jati hu…..tu fir mere head ko jor se pakar ke mere mouth ko fuck karta hai……fir mai tere ass ko press karti hu…..n apne ek fingre ko tere ass whole me dalti hu…..tu aur wild ho kar mere mouth ke last tak apne dick ko dal deta hai…..mai tere ass whole me apne fingre ko andar bahar karti hu.Fir bahar aati hu mai…..n tere cock ko shake karne lagti ho…..tu. Nothing drastic happened, except that his warm fingers reached for mine more often across the dinner table. His eyes sparkled when I laughed, and he talked---really talked---about something, anything, I really don’t remember what. I do remember, though, as we drove home, my chilled fingers warming themselves on his thigh, and his chatting like someone had thrown a switch after replacing his batteries. As we pulled into the driveway, he turned off the engine, and left the 80’s station.