panty cameltoe porn Having set up a tent, I went to the fire, and Tonya and the kids took on the preparation of sleeping places.
Having had a bite of sandwiches cooked at home and washed down with tea from a thermos, we sat for a while around the fire until it began to get dark.
Tired of the road and new impressions, the children began to yawn, got bored, climbed into the tent, whispered a little and soon subsided.
Left by the fire alone with Tonya, we quickly exhausted the topics of conversation.

I did not want to go to the next fires, and we also decided to go to bed.
In order not to embarrass a woman, I suggested that she first get into the house, get there and then call me.
Tonya ran down to the neighboring bushes for a moment and slipped into the tent.
Only at this moment I saw her figure for the first time and realized that I clearly underestimated her.
She was sitting by the fire in a sweater and knitted sports pants.

If the baggy sweater hid the shape of the upper part of the thin body, then the tight-fitting trousers showed quite slim legs.
Tonya did not unzip the tent’s vestibule completely, but half-open it, she got on all fours and crawled inside, as if deliberately showing me an ass covered with thin knitwear, on which the contours of her pants stood out under the fabric of the trousers.
At this point, I realized that my subconscious desire to put the tent away from prying ears can be quite reasonable.
It is impossible to say that I already wanted Tonya as a woman, but I also did not feel a state of indifference to her either.
After waiting a few minutes, I crawled into the tent of the tent, filled with children’s shoes, and thought.
A cool night was supposed to leave the maximum amount of clothes on him, but the anticipation of intimacy with Tonya required leaving only that minimum that would be easy to take off in cramped clothes.

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The dilemma was solved simply – I stayed in swimming trunks and a T-shirt, and turned my sweater and warm trousers into a plump lump to put them under my head, and, if necessary, to use for warming.
Carefully squeezing into the tent with an improvised pillow in one hand, I shone a flashlight in search of my place.
The kids snuffled, wrapped in sleeping bags.
Tonya was lying next to the children, leaving me a narrow place at the very wall.
Trying not to step on anyone’s feet, I squeezed into the space provided for me and realized that if not intimate, then physical intimacy with Tonya was provided to me.
I could only lie on my side, tightly pressed against the tonny body.
There were only two options – either I pressed against her stomach, or my back and ass.
In the second case, my face would rub all night on the tent fabric, and I, turning a little, turned to face Ton.
Tonya lay on her back.

The lightning of her sleeping bag was not buttoned up, and my hand, in search of a comfortable posture, seemed to be accidentally on her stomach.
Rather, the hand fell on thick woolen leggings, which she insulated at night, replacing lightweight sports pants, which reliably showed me seductive Tonina uniforms.
Neither the sound nor the movement Tonya reacted to such an encroachment on the honor and dignity of her body.
Most likely, she expected some similar actions from me, and any sounds and movements on her part were limited by the tightness of the tent and the presence in the enclosed space of six small ears.
Judging by the uniform three-voiced wheezing, our siblings slept sweetly and did not realize the difficulties that arose among the sexually mature inhabitants of the tent.
To wake them up with careless movements of our bodies was clearly not part of my plans or Tonins.

Having given Tonya’s stomach a little bit of getting used to the severity of my hand, I slightly moved my fingers lying directly on the pubis, stroked my palm with soft-to-touch fabric, tightly fitting Tonin’s stomach, and without receiving any reaction, I realized that I could make more active attempts to penetrate to female charms hidden by several layers of knitwear.
Distorted, I strained my hand and squeezed my palm under the tight gum of a leggie, but to my surprise I felt not the skin, but the next obstacle.
Instead of a warm body, I felt with my hand the relief surface of cotton tights.
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