We said our goodnights and went. I had my hand on her ass but did not raise her skirt I just wanted to feel the softness. We got to the room and she t...ok her knickers from under the pillow, here smell these and lick them guess how many loads you have to clean up. I inhaled deeply and had a taste the scent was strong the taste strong, I could smell her sex on them it was amazing I have no idea how much cum you have taken, she smiled sexily, that was the third guy that fucked me tonight, the. Carol and Joy would leave a half hour after we did so that we would have time to secure a landing area and start gathering containers. We all thought that the odd of finding empty cargo containers at the port was a long shot. We expected to find a few empty semi's but we were not interested in them.We found a large fenced in yard that had all sorts of containers stacked around it the center was empty and would provide us an area to land and be protected. Near the only gate were several trucks. Layla, is my alter ego. Layla can be, and most often is, the seductive sexy vixen. The woman who is often demanding, can be controlling. Layla also accepts that she is submissive. That dichotomy creates a harmony inside her. She understands and accepts the need, the hunger that drives her. Layla is well aware of what sets her loins on fire so to speak. There are definitely heated moments of burning desire, often cooled with warmth and understanding. Layla respects pride and protects the. It’s no big deal.”“What do you say, Linda? Should I?” Lisa asked.It was mumbled, but I heard her reply, “Sure. Go ahead.”Lisa turned back to me. “Okay, come and get them, and I’ll strip.”I shook my head. “No. You’ve got my shorts already. You have to get naked before I come out of the water. And I can stay here all day.”She took a deep breath. “Okay. Here goes.”Lisa dropped my shorts to the ground. She pulled off her tee-shirt, unbuttoned and dropped her shorts. Beneath her clothes, she was.