Finally, I told Tara that we needed to get back — hopefully before Helen and the girls returned.
“Ok … but can you just make sure I’m not still dripping … I didn’t wear any panties and I don’t want to have a wet spot on my sweat pants.”
I checked and there was a little bit of fresh cum that had seeped out, but not much. Licked it off and pushed my tongue up inside her pussy to make sure I got it all. I lifted my head and was about to swallow.
“No, no … come here baby.” And she got one final taste of our mixed juices before we headed back.
When we got back to the campsite, Helen and the girls were still not back. Tara went down to the girl’s tent and got some clean cloths. She returned to the camper and said she was going up and shower.
“Before someone gets a whiff of me and can tell I’ve been fucking someone’s brains out.” She said with a wicked grin. “You should come too … you’ve got to be pretty gamey too, love.”
I started to protest that we shouldn’t go together but took her point that if Helen returned she might be able to sniff out that I was covered with sex juices.
“OK, let me get a towel.”
We went up to the showers and I told Tara that we really needed to use separate stalls, but she wouldn’t hear of it, and dragged me in behind her. We kissed passionately again and washed each other as we had earlier. Tara had really liked it that morning when I had finger fucked her in the shower and she begged me to do it again until she came; so, I did. But I told her we could not stay as long as we did that morning fearing Helen would be suspicious if she returned while we were gone; especially if we were gone too long.
Sure enough, when we walked back into the campsite Helen was there and getting ready to start cooking dinner. I walked over to Helena asked what she was going to make for dinner and she told me it was a surprise, which generally meant something I don’t particularly care for.
“So what we you two up to?” She asked. Tara had gone down the path to the girl’s tent.
“Tara wanted to go up for a shower but didn’t want to walk up there alone. I asked her why, for heaven’s sake, and he said she is still afraid there are bears around.”
“That’s ridiculous.” Helen said.
“That’s what I tried to tell her, but she refused to go alone. So I decided if I was walking up there I might as well get a shower too.”
“That girl’s a little strange.” Helen said, shaking her head.
“You know, I don’t think she’s ever been out of the suburbs, except maybe to go into town for a show or the museum.”
“Well honey, I sure am glad we brought our girls up right … to appreciate nature and the out of doors.” Helen said.
“Me too.” I said.
After dinner — and I was right, it was tuna fish casserole which I hate — we all sat around the camp fire. Helen asked everyone what was the best part of their day. I cringed a little knowing what I would say if Helen applied a truth serum.
“Oh … the waterfall. It was awesome!” Emily piped up right away.
“Yeah … the hike and the waterfall.” Amy volunteered after a moments thought.