———The next morning I was awoken by Rayne stamping out the last of the glowing fire. It was just down to some burning embers.“Let’s get read...!” As she gathered her things and readied her horse.With a large stretch I got up and followed suit. I fastened my armour back on and after thanking the village elder we set off.The days traveling was much more enjoyable than yesterday. There was more pleasant talk between us and even found Rayne laughing more. Turns out she earned a living as a bounty. . It was really hard this time.. She went on like this for 5 mins.. It was the best blow job I had ever. I had told this technique to my wife many times, but she is not good at it. In fact, many Indian women don’t take this wonderful experience. Just ensure two things “The dick has to be clean”… “Don’t swallow anything”.. I went further now… I pushed my dick hard into her pussy… It was fully wet by now… I pushed myself very abruptly.. I wanted to ensure that we both cum together.. I was. It was a game we played. Tim asked, in a low whisper, ‘Who’s the Flower Child?’ as he pointed discreetly to Cartwheel. ‘Isn’t it cool?’ Jimmy asked. ‘He’s the new lifeguard.’ ‘Is the water warm?’ Billy asked. ‘What do you think, man?’ I said. Everyone laughed. It was the standing joke. We spent the morning at the pool, alternating between swimming and warming up in the sun. The girls were on the other side of the pool, mostly trying to surreptitiously watch Cartwheel. When we got on our bikes. She smoothly alternated between sucking my dick and stroking it.Having Dave and Yale right in front of us certainly restricted the intensity that Sheri could bring to bear, but the weather slowed down the drive giving her as much time as she needed. Sometimes Sheri would get me close and then at critical times tease me with indolent breaks.We were getting close to home when we pulled off the highway to get something to eat. Not far from the highway was a casse croute we liked to go to when we.