She reached for the towel she had brought to wipe down the cows and used it instead to clean some of the combined wetness that was now running down he... thighs. The smell of sex was pungent in the air. She tried to wipe away the sticky semen that still remained on her face and breasts. She found the thin cloth now smeared more than it cleaned or removed. As she glanced up from cleaning herself, she noticed the boys had pulled up their jeans and were watching her. Silently, she finished and. Or they hoped to wed the young men who had wooed them, which meant they must be pure. Also, a young man with no money to pay for a wife had no prospects. And thus the first months passed, piling frustration upon frustration.One night it was hot and dry, with a strong sirocco blowing. Kamil couldn’t sleep, and the hot dry wind stirred passions in him and sent his blood throbbing through his veins. He finally left his bed and walked outside, looking up at the star-filled sky. It was no cooler. I pushed my jeans to my ankles and bent at the waist as I gripped Scott's cock and started to stroke it slowly. A few licks on the head and he was growing quickly. My pussy was wet just from the prospect of what was going to happen when Rich pressed his cock against me from behind. Again, it took a few tries to get his hard little prick inside but once he did, he got in a long deep grove pretty quickly. I braced myself with my arms on the picnic table and then started to bob on Scott's hard and. On the day of departure, we met at the airport we were chatting and flirting like we normally did and I thought to myself “I wonder if anything is going to happen?” As it turned out Julia was thinking exactly the same. Just before we went through passport control, Julia linked arms with me and whispered “why don’t we leave our normal lives here and pick them up when we get back”. The way she said it and the way she affectionately squeezed my arm made it pretty clear what she meant, and without.