We fell a little bit in love with the country, andI could tell we would visit again someday as we visited and gawked likethe tourists we were, but we ...ere both distracted. Every possible momentwe were able, we both spent together locked in sexual congress. Eachmoment seemed precious, fleeting, and we knew we were going to have farless than the normal lifetime to enjoy those sensations together, so wewanted to make them all count. I could tell Claire was conflicted abouther own part to play, but. " Thought you might like it." Linda said to Jane, but smiled at me.Again Jane moved close to me, and I felt her hand on my face. Her finger crossed my face from ear to ear then slipped into my mouth. I closed on the finger and gave it a gentile suck. I heard Jane sigh as she removed the finger."To heck with the rules, our turn," said Linda. She grabbed the cards. "Now here's a good one. What's the chemical composition of Muriatic Acid." I knew, of course, having poured gallons into my pools. Rubbing the soft skin in circles, he gradually approached my dripping pussy. Soft whimpers escaped me, as he pushed my swollen pussy lips together, pressuring my throbbing clit. “Look at your pretty pussy; all glistening and rosy red,” he said, as he pulled my lips apart.I watched his hands. I could see everything. Oyster colored juice dripped from my open hole. My clit was swollen and peaking out from underneath the hood. I could even see my brown, little asshole contracting in pleasure.. I took her arm and led her back to the living room. "You obviously must be Submissive yourself, or at least an exhibitionist, the way you brought our coffees in the other day" I ventured."Yes well what of it?" she responded."Oh Nothing!" I replied. Leading her over to the sofa, I sat her down and hit play on the video. Her attention was immediately drawn to the action on screen, just in time to see the two black men pull out of the white woman's arse and cunt and send a torrent of white sticky.