“Where did Claire go?” Gina wondered from the sleeping bag spread on the forest floor.
“Chasing a squirrel behind a bush?” Kyle kissed his wife’s sticky lips. “You taste like her.”
“You would know,” Scooter mused, petting Gina’s exposed mound.
“What do I taste like?” On her back, Gina opened her brown thighs for Scooter to take a sample.
“Pineapple?”
“I ate some for breakfast!”
“Let me try.” Kyle crawled next to Scooter to share his wife’s juices with his friend.
Rubbing her tits, Gina gazed at the cumulus clouds in the blue sky. “Lick that pussy, boys.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
