While Mimi washed her legs Margret began to idly run her hands over Mimi’s legs, admiring their smooth muscularity. She moved her hand to Mimi’s c...otch, and Mimi obligingly opened her legs to allow Margret’s exploration.“Do you shave yourself?” Margret asked. “No ma’am,” Mimi replied as she continued to wash Margret’s legs. “One of the other girls shaved me and I shave her.”“Hmm. I think after the bath I would like you to shave me. It must help with the heat in this dreadful climate.”“Of course. They each had pictures and memories in their minds now of another land, of another time when the plains were alive with buffalo. A time when Injun tribes lived their entire lives in the camps, with hundreds of teepee’s made from buffalo hides and wore clothes made from buckskin and never saw a white man in all their years.Then suddenly Tom was quiet, as if lost in his own thoughts and memories, sitting on the ground and leaning back against his saddle in the night, looking up at the stars that. Morgan however had only one thing in mind. She rolled me over on my back, grabbed hold of my dick, and straddled herself up over me. She said “we can play later, right now… I want to feel this thing in me again”. I told her to stop and let me get a condom, but she just pushed me back down and placed the head to her pussy. As I watched her face, she lowered herself just enough for the head to push between her lips. She was so wet already even without me having touched her at all. I slipped right. "Please fuck my pussy, I'm begging you. Fuck me so deep it hurts. Fuck my brains out, and keep fucking me til I scream!" She screamed. One of them, she didn't know which, had reamed his bulging cock inside her waiting pussy right up to the hilt. She was filled so deep it hurt but in her drunken state after all their teasing buildup it immediately drove her to the brink of an orgasm, and as he started fucking her she came all over his shaft and balls, screaming out her rolling climax. The man.