Then mythoughts returned to Bernie. I resumed my earlier reverie and pleaded withBernie to take me. "Do with me what you will, Bernie. Please. My body...isyours," I whispered. "Yes, it is Stas," came his answer, and, with that, roughly turnedme on my back. He rose above me, his legs straddling my chest and insertedhis hard 10" cock into my mouth and fucked. "Suck it hard, Stas. It's allyours. We are going to have the fuck of our lives tonight. Suck, baby!Take it!" he insisted, driving his hard. I had been somewhat absorbed in my music conversations but could not resist such an attractive young woman. "Want to go someplace more quiet?" She asked. She smiled as she spoke. I answered in the affirmative. I doubt any heterosexual man could have done otherwise. I followed Cheryl out of the reception area. She had her guitar sitting on the floor in its hard case. She grabbed the instrument and I followed her out a back door. "Those things always get boring after a while." She noted. Once. They were still three hundred yards away, so I turned back down the hill after scooping up the .308 brass, and my empty magazines. I put the A700 and my M4 under the canvas cover on the wagon bed, pulled out my Indian rifle in its leather sleeve, and retied the covers on the wagon. I started back up the hill trying to hold the Indian rifle cradled in my right arm leaving my left hand free. Just before reaching the top of the hill I yelled out to let them know I was friendly. I peeked over the. I stared for a minute and stood up and followed her. Walking in, I saw her standing next to Matt's bed, Matt himself still sitting naked on it. His erection wasn't as stiff as when my mother was with him. She noticed that too, and wrapped her hand around his cock. She jerked him off for a few seconds and then straddled herself around his waist so that they were facing each other. She lifted her hips just enough so that she could aim her pussy right above his cock, then lowered herself down..