Here I was dancing with a stranger. old enough to be my dad and really enjoying it.I could feel his hands move on my back and feel the zipper on my dr...ess going down. I backed away and let it fall to the floor exposing my black laces bra and panties. I looked at him and saw a sparkle in his eyes as he said I was beautiful. I reached around and clasped my bra and gave him a look at my small 32b breasts.He reached and touched them. I felt a shock go through me. I reached and removed his shirt. Shaking my head, I ruefully said I should have left my boots off. As I began unlacing them to cross back over the stream, I told them I didn’t want to intrude on their camping trip. ‘I’ll make camp a couple of miles up the trail and leave you guys alone to enjoy your hike now that I know you’re alright.’ They immediately protested that I wasn’t intruding at all. I'm pretty certain that it was the girls who protested the most. I have to admit it didn’t take much arm twisting for me to accept. I moved toward her on the bed and kissed her where her legs join her hips and started to remove her panties. She lifted her ass off the bed and allowed me to slide them off. I kissed down her leg, I got closer and closer. She told me her husband never went down on her, she said he thought it was gross. She said she sucks his cock all the time, but he wont return the favor. I told her that I was not her husband just before my lips met hers for the first time. Her pussy was sweet, and she. It's difficult to explain. In shorts or slacks I feel free to stick myhand down there and make adjustments as needed, even tucked. Especiallytucked. It's a guy thing. Tom's hand probably spends a quarter of the dayin his pants. That's not possible in a skirt I quickly realized. Best tokeep hands away from the super sensitive area all together."WHEN ARE WE GOING TO EAT?" Tom bellowed from the living room. "We'restarving.I'd been enjoying a new way of sitting, standing, and walking around myroom.