It was only then that I realised I hadn't pulled the curtains last night and my nakedness was on display to the surrounding caravans and the outside.N...ot only that but I noticed the curtain in the caravan behind me was slightly open as if someone was peeking from behind it.My cock twitched and started to grow as I neared the window and sat down naked on the sofa that surrounded the inside of the caravan.I pretended I didn't see the curtain that twitched in the next caravan as turn on the small. His long dick slid inside smoothly and deep on the spot. He started stroking me slowly while making me his bitch by grabbing my long hair. He then stopped and told me to press my ass against his dick like I was stroking my cunt on his dick.My broad round ass was giggling while it touched his dick. I could feel the giggle effect. He was slapping it too while receiving strokes. It was all happening slowly. It was so erotic and sexually pleasant that I wanted to do it for long. I was converting. . getting her sweet, pink cunny ready for our planned morning activity.Releasing her tit from my mouth, I returned her growl, “No, no, my sweet, YOU are the animal ... a bitch in heat, to be more precise, based on the feel of your cunt.”Her eyes widened and cheeks flushed.“Tell me the truth ... Were you playing with it all morning waiting for your husband to arrive?”She smiled wickedly, “And what if I were?”“Well, it tells me that you are a horny little slut who knows exactly how to please. Strange as it all was, absurd as my situation seemed--was I really dressed as a fucking girl, in hiding from a homicidal maniac?--I couldn't lie in bed all day whining. After indulging in a deep, fatalistic sigh, I tossed aside the duvet and sat up in bed. Again a distracting flood of sensations--the way those oversized tits swayed and drooped as I sat up; the fall of the nightgown around my shorn legs--but eventually you've just got to adapt and ignore, accept and move on. I had a couple weeks.