"Sure, tell me your secret," you reply, running your fingers up Marsha's back, tilting her head up to yours, kissing her.
"We get a little...wild after dark," she says, working her hands underneath your shirt, pulling it off of you.
"It's the only way to true freedom," Lisa says, "letting yourself...go wild...every now and then."
"As often as possible, if you ask me," added Justine, giggling.
"So, how wild do you girls get?" you ask, in between kisses to Marsha.
"Have a seat, and we'll show you," Marsha replied, pushing you into a small, folding campsite chair. She turns away from you, peeling off her clothing. Justine and Lisa quickly follow suit. They simultaneously turn toward you again, hungry looks on their faces. Marsha drops to all fours, stalking toward you, and again, the others follow suit. Marsha ends up with her face right at your crotch, smiling up at you, licking her lips.