We can do anything there in those bayous. And when we finished, the gators take care of the cleanup. ~ ‘How do you know this place?’ I asked, even...though I had no desire to do a lot of the things he was asking me to, well except what I saw done to Glenda in that vision. That I longed for… the mother-murdering whore getting just what was coming to her! ~ I faced down a man there long ago. Bras Coupe, half-nigra slave dancer. Vodusi priest. Zombis-maker. Fought him I did. Killed him I did, but. "Oh God, Mom, you've got the sexiest ass!" He rose from his squat, rubbed his hot prick between Alicia's legs, lubricating it with the fuck juice that continued to leak from her seething pussy. "Put your cock in me! God, put it in me, oh quick, fuck me!" Alicia panted. Mark fucked his cock up her cunt like a buttered cob of corn. He fucked in all the way, until he was rubbing his hard lower belly against her ass. He hunched over her, grinding his cock in her pussy in circles,. Everything had been happening with body language alone. At that time I felt myself totally helpless and with trembling body my cock exploded loads of liquid in her moist vulva. Had I counted, my cock must have shuddered at least ten times oozing out the white semen into her. We kept lying there for several minutes and went to sleep inserting my middle finger in her vagina. Surely, it’s an experience for me of life time. It was about 7 am in the morning we woke-up. I put my hand again on her. Helen meanwhile gave no indication that she was aware of being watched and certainly had no idea that we had followed her. I leaned back against the wall behind me and as I watched the scene before me start to take shape I was aware that my own little dickie had begun to stiffen within the confine of my shorts. My excitement was intensified when I looked around and saw that there were other couples doing much the same with one of them already in the midst of an intense rough fuck a few yards.