I put my right hand on her back, and dug the fingers of my left hand into her hip. Anal sex “We’ll have to come back here next year,” she said to me over her shoulder, “I wonder if Horseboy will be here?”
“Oh, I’ll be here, alright,” I said, and we both laughed. She was all laughs and smiles, and I felt pretty damn good myself. She was bent over the edge of the creek, examining some plants when I rejoined her. She hiked her skirt up over her hips, revealing her still-wet pussy, and rested her naked posterior on the mossy bank’s overhang. The wry smile gave her away. She stepped out of her sandals, and carefully made her way out onto the wet, bare rock after gathering the edge of her skirt. When I turned back to face her, she was pulling the skirt up over her ample breasts. She grunted every time I hit the bottom stroke. I put a hand on either side of her heaving breasts to steady myself, and looked down into her eyes.
