The maps and the binoculars were forgotten about. More important matters needed to be attended too. I was miles from the town, I was in the safety of ...he dark and I was in need. Within a couple of minutes, my clothes and shoes were in a heap on the polythene sheet.It was my first experience of being naked in the countryside at night. I felt a mixture of intense pleasure combined with slight reservations. My cock was beyond stiff it was so rigid that it almost hurt. I was as free as a bird and I. I wasn't a warrior. That's why I paid Greg the big bucks.Loni thought: Will Clint agree? Or will testosterone get in the way. I'd bet on the latter.Loni said: Aren't you worried about Greg?Sable thought: I'm worried sick; I love him. If I lost him now, I'd want to die. I wouldn't. I'd buck up and go on because Ginny would need me. He won't die, though. I know he won't. He's a warrior, my very loveable warrior.Sable said: Yes, I'm worried, but Greg ... Greg was in Special Forces, Loni. He's. Ryan jammed his entire cock into her, pressing his groin hard against her ass. “Ohhh yessss…” she sighed, bursting with cock. Finally! He loved how her hot pussy gripped his manhood, and he began to fuck her from behind. He slapped against her ass over and over, causing her cheeks to shake with every impact. “Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” she moaned, his long organ slamming into her needy cunt over and over again. ‘slap slap slap slap slap’ went his groin against her wet ass. She could. We were in the same class and the same study group. It was an intense, pressure-filled two-year program. Adding to the pain was the fact that our class was 70% men. Needless to say, women were hot commodities. And Amy was the hottest commodity of all.The best way to summarize Amy was to say that she was a sophisticated and well-bred young woman. Everything about Amy was petite except her hips. Amy was just over five feet tall. She almost always wore high heels. Her body was quite.