“I can’t understand why he just stands there and takesit?” asked Martha to her new lover, as the girls lay inbed together. “Ev...n I would try to fight back! He’sjust a muscle-bound wimp I guess! And you,” shebreathed, snuggling into the girl, “are just a gorgeouslittle man-beating bully!”“True,” said Anne, smugly. “I love having a male slaveand keeping him subjugated. All men should be slaves towomen. That way the world would be a. She felt guilty. Then the guilt passed as she thought of the number of times the two boys drilled into her. Both of them had made up for their lack of quality with quantity. Her anus was chapped from a pair of four inch cocks probing it time after time. Brad had straight missionary sex with her more times than she could remember. Her mouth remembered the times and taste of both boys as they erupted in it. Brad came into the kitchen naked. Mom, can we do it once more before he gets up? He gave. A bottle of red wine, two glasses, candles, a blanket, matches and the joint she had rolled earlier. She grabbed her long black velvet cape and he helped her on with it. He put on his long black trench. All set."Oh, better bring my flashlight," She said. And they were out the door.It was a beautiful night. The moon was full and not a cloud in the sky, and it wasn't too cold either. They walked thru a narrow path that cut thru from the back of her house weaving its way to the ancient cemetery.. Once parked up we began setting up our tent and it didn, t take long before our sleeping bags were stretched out on roomy camp cots, our suit cases and toiletries within easy reach. By the time we were set up the fourth couple arrived and while we chatted with the others over a cup of freshly made coffee or tea the final pair erected their large tent then joined us for hot refreshment. Two adventurous pairs changed into bathing costumes and trekked off to the lake for a swim as the remaining.