Lining up on Wauchula's runway turned out to be harder than usual. Instead of my head being full of flying thoughts they'd all been crowded out by vis...ons of my Colombian and the blackest of black women being fucked and filled. And that would be just tonight. Rozia is always up for another jism journey in the morning.We landed in one piece and taxied straight to the fuel pumps. There were no other planes at the small strip. Refuel the plane now. Roxia and Bess a bit later. Then on the the. He did close his eyes once and his grip relaxed on the rope but he was immediately jerked out of sleep when his face was submerged in the cold water.A few times he had to pull one of the women's heads out of the water by pulling on their long hair.Gradually, after what seemed to Vincent like hours, the river carried them toward the forest. Around mid day, when the sun was directly over his head, he saw the first trees growing near the bank of the river. By that time he was so weak that he. I slowly hold it and deep-throated it. I could hear him groaning.That made me more hot on him.I looked at his face and his eyes were full of pleasure with me blowing him. I touched his chess, tummy, arms, every part of his body.I was so into him. And the fact that he was my stepdad made me more hot.I blew him with the best that I could do. Then I heard him, "baby, don't stop."I knew he was cumming that time, so i did the blowjob much better.He held my head then said "stop!"I don't why he said. Well the second night Scott was there, I went down stairs not thinking about Scott being there. I was in my usual satin blue bikini string panties and a white belly shirt that left my panties in full few. As I popped in the kitchen, Scott stood in just a little pair of jockey underwear clearly showing his penis out line. I froze until he asked me if I had trouble sleeping. I told him no, that I always come down to get a drink of water before bed. We made small talk while I got my water and I.