I made Sonal lie down on the bed and opened the towel wide, revealing her juicy pink pussy. I crawled down there – my mouth right in front of her va...gina. I started licking her clitoris while I fingered her vagina.Sonal was becoming breathless now and completely helpless. She barely managed to respond to her friend, who had become a bit chattier now.Sonal: No…I am just lying on the bed. Yeah. It’s fine.She put her hand on her mouth to stifle the moans. I continued to eat her pussy. I pulled her. After a while I got the courage to say" I love you-she started to laugh, but I kept on going-, I love you. I don't know why I did what I did, I could blame the stress, the distance, tha fact that I needed someone close to me, physically".She turned to me and said"I loved you too, but you proved me I was wrong in doing so. I trusted you and you cheated on me. Why should I give a shit about you?"I answered" don't give a shit about me. hurt me as much as you like, kick me in the balls, leave me. At around 4 that afternoon we met a man named Karl at the crude campground bathroom facilities. Chris and I learned he was 46 years old, camping by himself, recently divorced, and paid for a campsite that was hard to see but turned out to be next to ours just around the corner. He told us he almost came over the night before when he smelled our marijuana, that he thought we were an amazing looking couple, and in the most casual and sexy outdoorsman nature type of way complimented us on how. Only when she managed to suck him to his liking did his friend stop. Her butt was bruised and red at the time, and he wasted no time, but lifted up her body with his strong arms, and penetrated her from behind again, thou the position was somewhat akward, due to her sucking as best she could on the other mans dick. He soon tired of her attempts, and simply held her head, and fucked her mouth. Thou unable to get a real got angle, the guy fucking her battered pussy soon came. The man she had been.