Chapter 297

• Michael, entranced by Rita's daring-all play reached for her and pulled her down into his arms and a lengthy sequence of more and more lascivious kisses. He was encouraged by Rita's hushed cry, "Yes, Michael, kiss my tits!" when he lifted her and pressed his lips on her belly. She pushed his mouth and face against her shivering skin as he kissed her, in the darkness unappreciated lacy bra, over her straining-out breasts.
• While she twisted in pleasure, Rita's eyes were on the hut's door, watching if somebody, with a flashlight, would stumble out for a piss. It made her eventually, cover up her breasts. Sitting down she drew Michael into heated kisses which seduced him into quite possessively groping her denim-clad, in pleasure twisting ass and crotch. It made her moan:
• "God, Michael, if I had known I would have worn a skirt." Breaking into a giggle she added, "And no panties!"