"Still," she reasoned, "There would be no harm in just... peeking."Slowly, she made her way over to the bear.Little John, like most of the Merry Men, ...ore a simple green tunic. He had a silly green hat which was currently mostly over his eyes and muzzle, and green boots which had been removed and were sitting next to him on the bank.Approaching as silently as the vixen could, Marion sat herself down in front of the bear. Very carefully, terrified of waking him and being discovered, she reached. The aroma proved too greater temptation and Zoe surrendered to it, scooting up the bed to sit, laying back on the pillows, still favouring her injured arm, one eager hand reaching out for coffee. I watched as her lips parted, the mug held, tilted, the first sip, the aroma filling her senses, the smile that overflowed to dance in her eyes. Far away a single satisfied thought, I was right, my girl preferred coffee.We sipped in silence, both content to enjoy the moment, needing no words, just the. After her third orgasm, the last of which had caused to drench my cock in her juices which dripped down into my matted pubic hairs, she rose up and let my cock leave her. She didn’t get off me though, but moved her knees further up my body, gripping my waist and reaching behind her, she pressed the head of my sensitive cock against her asshole. I could feel her puckered muscle as she worked the slippery juices that coated my head against her muscle, and then with a firm grip she shoved me. Helena would introduce us a new black friend…Once there, my sensual Ana was delighted when Helena introduced us her friend Peter. The guy was a giant black man, very muscled and apparently very well endowed.I watched my wife dancing with him, noticed the black man grabbed Ana’s firm buttocks to pull her close to his crotch. Once they returned to our table, Ana whispered in my ear that she wanted to take Peter to our car to have some fun with him.But I offered her to bring the black guy back.