Where was he? The room was tastefully decorated inmauve and tan colors. A small dressing table with mirror was along onewall. There was also a door (t...o where?). A solid wood wardrobe and chestof drawers were featured against another wall. A smooth tile floorstretched from wall to wall. Anxious to get his bearings, he sprang from the bed and raced to thewindow. Flinging the drapes aside, he was greeted by a scene straight outof a Maxfield Parrish painting. A beautiful green lawn separated. Here was this beautiful young woman begging for my cock and I was ready to give it to her.Her juices had made her so slippery that the mushroom head of my cock split the petals of her pussy lips with ease. My heart was pounding. The tent began to smell like sex. In the half-light of the tent i could see the shaft my iron dick poised at the gates of her glistening womanhood. I grabbed my blood engorged cock and rubbed the glistening head up and down her gash.Watching in delight as her pussy lips. We started listening to news station out of LA; apparently they had backup power of some type. The power problem was caused by an overload; apparently people were removing their electric meters, bypassing them. The electric company had a system in place to shutdown the air conditioners, but the people bypassed them too. Several of the relay stations were also down due to the relay rooms getting too hot. The news guy went on and on all the time telling people to turn off everything possible. I. I sat there while Mick and Chris were making small talk about something when for some reason I decided to start rubbing Chris's cock through his underwear. When I did that, I felt Chris's hand go under the shirt I was wearing rubbing my stomach before slowly moving up until he brushed my nipple which made me shiver. Chris took his hand from under my shirt and pulled the afghan that was on the back of the couch covering Chris and I."This should warm you up babe," Chris said kissing me on the top.