One of the men at the table was telling a dirty joke, but Rick kept his eyes on Valerie, for when she laughed, which was frequently, she would throw her head back so that her long auburn colored hair spilled over her shoulders like a flowing frame for her strikingly attractive face; at these times, her sensual mouth would open in an "O" shape as if her wetly ovalled lips were prepared to kiss the head of a cock. And then she would smile and her tongue would snake out between pearl white teeth to moisten her lips until they seemed to glow with alluring redness. She was an alive and tremendously exciting woman, a female, Rick knew, who could make any man glad to be near her.

It didn't take long for Rick to realize that the two men at the table were both seeking Valerie's favor and, becoming more excited himself at the sight of her, he decided he would make his presence known. He wanted to get away somewhere with Karen as soon as possible, and he was certain the two men would be glad for the privacy.

"So I find you at last," Rick announced abruptly as he stepped into the clearing and walked toward the camp table. Karen left the fire and ran to him with open arms.

"It's about time you got here… I've been going crazy hanging around this giggling trio!" She was smiling and her words were intended to jest, but her open kiss left little doubt about her genuine feelings. She was hot and as anxious as he was for sex. The feel of her sensually warm young body pressing tightly against him made his half-hard cock grow larger, and he pushed her back after a moment, still finding it difficult to be so open in front of her mother. Valerie knew about their involvement and thought it fine, but his natural reserve kept open displays of affection to a minimum.

Keeping an arm around Karen, he walked to the table. "Evening, Mrs. Boyd, how are you?" he said, his hand extended. He liked the direct way she looked at him, and when their hands touched, he always felt as though she was being very, very friendly.