Dave and I both woke up during the night, seeing an opportunity and hearing no objections from her, we each rolled over and slipped a dick into the pu...sy of the exhausted Cindy. She just moaned and accepted another load of cum without waking from her slumber. Finally, Dave got up mid-morning for his trip back to Fort Bragg. After taking another wake-up shower and getting dressed, he came into the bedroom and turned a groggy Cindy over to say good-bye. Hey, I said, Why not see if she wants to. When I felt his warm breath on my pussy again I cried out, "YES! Oh god yes! Eat me, Josh! Eat me you bastard!"It was every bit as good as the first time he ravaged me with his mouth. No. It's better. This time I don't have to pretend I'm in a trance. He knows I'm a slut now. I'm his slut. And that's exactly what I am to him. We aren't lovers. Not by any stretch of the imagination. He has absolutely no respect for me as a woman or as a human being. I'm nothing more than a slut. I'm a woman he. "God you're like a machine," she giggled as Harold scooped her up in his strong arms and rolled her onto her back. She spread her legs wide and the rich scent of her arousal wafted up and over her eager body. He slid effortlessly back into her creamy depths and she sighed sweetly. They had been fucking for over an hour and she was still soaking wet. He was intense yet tender and, unlike with Jeremy, there was no routine or pattern to his actions.Her pretty face contorted when he touched bottom. . sure, why not? If I am not being a hurdle to you...”In Rhonda’s apartment, we had a couple beers and shared some chat, until I brought again that ‘strange subject’ to the table.“Rhonda, just between you and me, can you tell me how much those stories people say about you are real or not?”“You still bug me about that, aren’t you Steve?”“I am still curious to see how you are really the nasty slut people claim you are or it’s just fertile minds playing”“If you are so curious about it, why don’t.