It wiggled back and forth as he slid it off of his cock, then tossed it into the weeds at the edge of the lot. He pulled a handkerchief out of his poc...et and wiped off his cock. As he did, he said, “She’s really hot, man. You oughta do her, too.” He tucked himself back into his pants, zipped up, and headed for one of the cars across the lot.My wife stood up again, and let the cock slip out of her mouth. She said to the guy whose cock she had in her hand, “The other guy was pretty small, and he. "I thought we just did," I joked."You nutter," she said, slapping me playfully on the shoulder. We ate the breakfast that Asha had prepared. It was simple, but tasty, and served to replenish a lot of the strength we had exhausted last night and so far this morning. Once the meal was finished, Asha cuddled up against me. She went still for a moment, then whispered softly:"There's something else I have to tell you." What's that?" I asked."Do you remember when I made that comment last night about. She found clothes to cover her and after a day or so Ilse had recovered sufficiently to accompany Rebekkah on her foraging. But her recovery was slow and halting. She would burst into tears at the smallest excuse and she carried about her a look of someone so traumatised that even death would be a kind of welcome relief. Her eyes reflected a darkness and vacuity that her high cheekbones merely accentuated.In retrospect it seemed obvious that the two girls should become lovers. They nestled. After a while they move from your view and you hear them fooling around on the bed again. “Mmm your pussy tastes so sweet” you hear him say. You love it when he says that to you. Then you hear them kissing again. “Mmm my pussy tastes fantastic on your lips” she moans.“Fuck its so tight!” he says. “OMG; they’re starting to fuck!”you think. They’re fucking above your head. “Why can’t it be me?” your pussy pleads. But instead you’re lying there listening to them fucking. Your mind relives what.