I fed the goats, who seemed to have adjusted well to camp life. I was amused and a little touched to see a cluster of women around Dkembe. Nothing set... off the mothering instinct like a man suffering from a loss like his. I was glad our community members were so supportive of one another. In fact, I wondered why we seemed to have no bad apples on the beach. It seemed to defy all odds of human behavior. We should have one token asshole, shouldnt we? As usual, however, my brain seemed not to want. " No what Theatre trip." Ah right, ok well every Christmas he invites 5 members of staff andtheir partners to a show it was Blood Brothers last year." What makes you so sure he will ask me." Well any new member of staff always gets an invite so there is only youand that guy Mark that started in Chemistry." Oh right, when is it." Shortly before Christmas, I'll check because he put a diary entry in myCalendar for booking tickets." Ok I think Clare would like that we both used to do amateur. Licking it as well she slid her tongue down to the base slowly and back up to the head again and then slowly started to swallow the whole of his cock into her mouth all the way to the base. Looking up into his eyes as she did so, watching the look of pure ecstasy on his face as she swallowed his cock into her mouth. She slowly withdrew his cock before once again sliding it back into her mouth. She started to speed up her rhythm; Richard's hands grabbed Susan by the head and started to fuck her. Shamelessly so. She was no longer used to going without for more than a few hours, her body was trained to his, conditioned to respond to the lightest touches, the barest of glances, and she had feared she’d never see him again, never be allowed to love him again. A soft moan fell from her lips, her back arching as she pushed her ass against him, taking him as deep as she could. He started moving his hips in long smooth strokes, always burying himself completely in her tightness, burying his.