He was so real and yet I still couldn’t see him and I wanted to so much. He touched me expertly, his fingers roving deep inside me. I could feel my...orgasm was close, really close, building quickly and when it came, it ripped through me, leaving me trembling, breathing heavily but with no time to recover as I felt a vibrator being inserted into me, the pleasure continuing, building to the next climax.Despite the feeling of arousal I knew I had to see him, the suspense was killing me. I sat up. -3- The five young men filed into the small room and peeled out of their clothes. Michael told the guys they could fuck his wife also, and told Susan to strip. She was more than anxious to accomodate her husband."Susan", Michael said, "get on the couch with your mother and let Dottie take a couple of pix of you two whores befoe you get thoroughly fucked." Bertha didn't have a clue what was happening to her, but sat up and spread her pussy for the camera. "Smile you fucking old pig",. "What was I doing? Why would I dream this?"Slowly I guided his thick young shaft into my glistening nether region,eagerly anticipating having him inside of me. I winced briefly as hepushed within my waiting maidenhead, his slow pumping made me dizzy withdesire.I could feel my knees drawing upward and upward until the heels of myfeet were resting against his warm, tight rear end. My breathing nowsounding more like the panting of a dog with each of his pushes.Somewhere deep within me I could feel. I stopped him when we were about two hundred paces from a sentry we spotted up in a tree. He tried to stop me when I drew my bow. I signed two hundred paces, then pointed at myself and signed three hundred paces. I could see that he didn’t believe me, but I went ahead and made the shot as he prepared to flee.The sentry was sitting, straddling a branch. The branch and the arrow through his head kept him in the tree so his body didn’t make noise by crashing to the ground. Acabo was staring at me,.