She kept seeing the same picture in her mind, feeling the familiar pressure. Finally, her bladder told her she couldn't wait much longer. "I'm going t... the john... Want to come?" she whispered in his ear as she brushed against him in the crowd of tightly packed bodies. He said nothing, but after a few moments he drifted in the same direction. They were not a couple, but had been lovers years before. Each of them was here with a significant other in the crowd.He followed her at a discrete. "They're fighting again," he said, coming over to sit down on the edge of her bed. "Both of them are drinking, and when mom made me kiss her goodnight, I got a hard on. I'm sure she felt it against her belly. Wow, s*s--I damn near freaked out." Lorena touched his hand. "After all that good screwing today, you can still get hard? Does mom turn you on that much?" He swallowed, and looked down to where the head of his hard cock was working its way out from the fold of his robe. "Yes." "The same. Just the thought of it elicits a sweetness on his tongue. There were days that the sun seemed to set the highlights in her hair on fire, like veins in a goldmine. There were nights when it seemed to just melt into the swelling darkness. Her hair, like the rest of Sarah, was always enchanting. He eases her higher and inhales her scent. A whisper of intoxicating rosewater wafts along her neck as he nibbles on the smooth flesh he finds there. He nuzzles up against her soft breasts, then takes each. His tongue shot out, curling through the wire and lapping at her bushy cunt mound. Karen parted her thighs and dipped down, and the buffalo slurped his tongue into her creamy pussy gash. She shuddered with the sensation, and the wild creature snorted gustily. His hot breath billowed up her fuckhole. Her clit rippled in the breeze. Dangerous or not, how could she resist? And why would the savage brute want to sink his horns into her soft, warm flesh when he could sink his prick into a wet, pink.