Once we reached the campsite we unloaded as quickly as possible and began cooking dinner.
After dinner we sat by the fire drinking wine and laughing.
The conversation quickly turned to sex and we discussed in detail our likes, dislikes, and fantasies.
Lynn began to talk about how much she hated her breasts.
“The problem is, I never lost secret lovers the fat of having Morgan secret lovers, and although my belly secret lovers is not big my tits are huge.” I think it must have been the wine secret lovers, but I blurted out “I like them, sometimes I can’t help but stare secret lovers at your chest.” Linda slapped my arm, but Lynn looked at me and smiled.
“Have a good look then!” and with that she grabbed the bottom secret lovers of her shirt and pulled it over the top of her head.
Lynn was famous for secret lovers never wearing a bra, and as her shirt came off those beautiful full breasts bounced into view.
“Better than I imagined.” I said.
Linda, who was never to be out done, ripped off her shirt also.
“What secret lovers about mine!” She exclaimed.
Lynn commented on the firmness of Linda’s breasts and then did something no one expected.
She reached out and palmed Linda’s left tit.
She caressed it, and lifted it, feeling the full weight of her tits.
“Did you loose any sensitivity with Brittany breast feeding?” Lynn asked.
“No” Linda returned and grabbed her other tit.
She secret lovers was obviously moved by Lynn’s attention on secret lovers her tit.
She massaged one nipple while Lynn massaged the other.
Lynn bent her head to the nipple and licked and sucked secret lovers for all she was worth.
Linda reached out and pinched Lynn’s nipples.
