He started making small circles around my clit with his tongue, and slight flickers up and down. “You taste so fucking good” uncle Steve mumbled f...rom between my legs. My chest began to rise and fall with my ever quickening breaths. He then inserted (what felt like his whole hand) into my tight pussy. My eyes shot open, and I looked down. I did not want to lose my virginity this way. “Don’t worry...I’ll be careful” uncle Steve said reassuringly. He slowly began fingering my hot little pussy. . The only waiter was a tall dreamy looking lad in his late teens. He seemed pleased to have customers, and I could tell that he thought Sarah, in her new dress, wig, and sunglasses, was rather glam. Pity, I didn't want anyone paying attention to her. Too late. He was trying to make conversation, and Sarah responded with a slightly flirty friendliness that made him almost purr with pleasure. Well, we were in the middle of nowhere, and apart from the listless griddle chef at the other end of the. 'Hi Natasha, how are things your end?'I listened as an unusually excited Natasha updated me. The real shock was right at the end when she told me to take over at this end and work out where we went from here. My initial protest regarding lack of experience was waved away with laughter. 'Well gain the experience now. You are our troubleshooter, so troubleshoot.'I immediately spoke to the auditor who had brought me in and asked for the senior man. He pointed me to woman in her late thirties.. The ‘Cirque de Soleil’ had been in town recently, and REI had decided to call their stop the ‘Cirque de Cycle’ this year. They had clowns and balloons and music and lots of fun. One year they had done a Caribbean theme and had actually had a steel drum band, what a kick!We grouped up after we found a spot on the grass for our bikes and I said, “Okay, fifteen minutes, and then we roll. Melody, Jane and I will get a place in line for the food and water, the rest of you get in the port-a-potty.