Stacy said she wasn't, and was glad she'd learned to enjoy still another sex act.They were still standing, each sipping from a can of beer. Betty said...she'd like to go down on Stacy again, right there, with all their clothes off, before she went out to make it with the pony. Stacy said she liked the idea very much."Great! Take your clothes off and I'll be right back. I did cream my panties, you know, and I feel sticky down there."Stacy was naked and trembling with anticipation when Betty. He could have moved inside but grinned to himself thinking if the locals wanted to view the unusual exhibit of Warrior on Display it was no harm to him. Besides, the sun was pleasant and the food excellent; he was in no mood to be bothered by such trifles.His introspection was interrupted only once. He was finishing when two young boys about the same age as Festou, who happened to be restricted to the ship for some bit of mischief he and Barth had been into before sailing, suddenly appeared. “Oh Fuck!” were the loud, involuntary words Don uttered as he hunched his rampant cock deep into my husband’s throat and expelled a hot rope of his semen down Rodney’s esophagus. After a moment he withdrew a little, then thrust again. “Unnngh!” … And again. “Ngaar!”This time, Rodney closed his throat on the out motion and took a breath. Don’s next trust was not as hard, so Rodney took this, and the following come shots, over his tongue and tonsils. “Unnngh!” … “Unnnnngh!” Five times Don. Our rhythm builds, and we grind our pelvic bones together on the in strokes, inflamed hips driving in spirals toward one another, and kissing intimately when they meet. ‘Are you going to come for me?’ you whisper in my ear. ‘Yes, soon,’ I reply between breaths. ‘… but not too soon.’ With a slow lingering kiss below your ear, I begin thrusting more insistently, and feel your pussy fluttering and clutching against my cock. I rise up to throw myself hard against you, and you lean forward to take a.