I pulled her to me and fastened my mouth on a fat leathery nipple, which I chewed and sucked. She whimpered as my hand crushed her boob like a ripe ma...go being mashed to extract the juice. As she clutched me with both arms, my other hand tangled in her pubic hair and my finger suddenly entered a hot wet hole. I pulled out the finger and sniffed it. It had a wonderful musky odour and I licked it. It was heavenly and I just wanted to eat, chew and munch her flesh and drink all her bodily fluids.. Each careful step was no louder than a whisper, avoiding twigs and exposed roots. Being downwind, Steele came upon the stench first. He crept even slower until he saw the mud-covered wild hogs lying on the ground near a stream.Steele retraced his steps and was soon back at the Wallerman house. He entered through the back door. Mrs. Wallerman and Tilda were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee, their dirty breakfast plates on the table. They looked up at him.“Tilda,” Steele said, “clean up. Tall, large and fit black guys were grinding on me. I could feel their hard dicks. Some of the guys started to feel up my body. Naturally, some were surprised when they felt that there was a little package between my legs. I was wearing a skirt with crotch less fishnet pantyhose and a thong. Some just started to jerk my clit. But, nothing really happened with the men from the crowd. But, I was really aroused. The main artist of the night was a singer called Gentleman Spice, or something like. I don’t want to get my spirits mixed up. There is a bottle of chardonnay open in the fridge and a bottle of Chablis chilling too. You choose for me, Daniel.” Dan smiled at Mrs. Patron’s pun and made eye contact with Friend who nodded for the same. As experienced barman for these two ladies, Dan had drinks for the ladies and himself ready in no time. Mrs. Patron thanked her Daniel with a quick kiss on his cheek. Now he asked Friend, “May I join you?” He handed over her glass of Chablis and then.