Alina watched the slow rise and fall of Corina’s chest as a wave of sorrow filled her own. Corina was too old to be working the kitchens of such a g...and estate. She should have been retired by now, but because of Alina she’d been forced to work her whole life just to keep the two of them alive. She would never have admitted this, but Alina knew it was true. When Alina’s mother, as Corina had told her, had come stumbling from the dark forest that backed Lyrisa against the sea, she’d been heavy. This time last year she had been spending every night alone in a tent with two horny young men who were both more than happy to satisfy her every desire. For the sake their reputations, they had all three claimed later that nothing sexual had ever happened during their year on the run but the truth was far more complicated. Her thoughts drifted over fond memories of the three of them experimenting with every conceivable way they could come up with to satisfy one another. Of all the things. "After hearing that, Trish lost no time at all jumping on the bed and shoving my cock up her ass while Cindy pondered the sight from the couch. Once she'd finished riding me, Trish got on all fours and begged me to fuck her ass doggy style. I looked over at CIndy and saw she was obviously getting turned on as much as I did while watching her in action. As I pounded Trish's beautiful butt I looked over at Cindy and said. "I can see you're getting as turned on watching me as I get watching you. She would methodically treat my penis with oodles of cow balm, snotty soap substance or both, which to me was strangely mesmerizing as she dabbed it on.She would apply the balm kind of ritualistically, all around the head of my penis, across the opening which happened to feel like electricity traveling to my balls, then carefully guiding me into the next waiting breech effortlessly as if it wasn’t already gooey enough, each being fucked yet again during milking.Each new fuckee would keep.