Now when I was a younger man, nobody that hadn't made a deal with the devil could sneak up on me in the woods. I'm part injun, y' know; My papa's mama...was Nez Perce. But I guess I'm goin deaf cuz there she was and there I was lookin guilty as the devil himself with fish guts on my boots and m' rod in my hand.She clucked her tongue in disapproval like a goddamned chicken."Shame on you, Gibb!" she says, "You of all people ought to respect the fishing laws! Your very livelihood depends on this. 'Yes, ' she thought, 'it certainly enhances the fear, ' and she realised that the strange tremor of excited anticipation in her cunt as she felt the pain was also correspondingly greater.Karl started to slap her breasts methodically on the outer curve on both sides of her body in turn and Helen felt her cunt squirming for the fucking that she was sure would come next, after Karl had had his fun. Suddenly, he moved away and was obviously preparing some new 'treat' for her. Yes, the anticipation. Gracie already knew Tasha well and assured him she’d be welcome. Based on Gracie’s opinion Natalie concurred. I wondered to myself how much Bob had pre-planned these “new” arrangements. Bob’s departing suggestion to the girls was that they take good care of me.That Saturday night I had both girls in my bed, on their backs side by side, naked, legs bent, thighs spread, pink pussy’s open to my lustful gaze. A simple game of “Eenie, Meanie” meant Gracie’s pussy was first to feel my tongue. Natalie. So I put one sandaled foot up and braced it against the door – which caused a metallic rattling. Shit........... I heard the woman next to me stop moving. Listening? Well, the hell with it. I started to massage my juicy pussy lips and discovered that I was soaking wet. When did that happen? I wondered, almost aloud. The woman next door pulled toilet paper off the roll and I could hear her rubbing it against herself, must be on the pussy. Oh, god. And then I must have let out a squeak as my.