Stan cut the engine on the gas mower and took a quick break. The two boys started to chat about the plan again as they got some air and took off their...sweat drenched shirts. Each rubbed the salty wetness from their brows. ‘I can see why she likes you cutting her grass man.’ Jack said to Stan, ‘You sure do a hell of a job. It looks like a fucking golf course or baseball diamond!’ ‘Thanks Jack,’ He said to his friend. ‘It sure is hard work but the sites make it worth it!’ Stan said as he pointed. Then, with her hard cock, climb onto the bed and moveinto position over my semi nude body. The female hormones working on thebrain in this female body controlled my actions as I reached between ourbodies to guide Carol's stiff penis to my sopping wet cunt. Her cockslipped in without any difficulty. My pussy was still full of Mugobe'scum and was quite lubricated.The knowledge that she wasn't the first to screw me today heightenedCarol's level of excitement as she drove her hard cock in and out. He learned of her time in the service, her recent "retirement" the new position on Nigel's detail.She did not press him for details of his life, she had read the dossier on him, knew about the crash that killed his wife and child, understood that he was here trying to move on and start over from that painful moment in his life.The evening wound down quickly, both of them exhausted after a long, energetic and confusing day.The hard press of the rounded tip of the foil on his shoulder brought a. ’ There was a portable camp table to go with the camp chairs and soon breakfast appeared. Fruit, juice, bagels, sliced ham, cream cheese, black bread. ‘Is Brooklyn breakfast. Ok?’ ‘Yes. Very ok.’ I gazed at my companions, whom I had known since yesterday afternoon. Curly hair, strong Slavic features. Ample bosums. Hips that could have been well padded, but weren’t. Muscled thighs and legs. All three of us were naked, which would have been strange, except that we were at Burning Man, where many.