It seemed clear that these two photographer/models were going to be part of the stock of stories that would be told around Canyon Tours trips for year... to come.The camp at Backeddy was a particularly nice one, fairly open with a nice view. As on most nice nights, a small bundle of wood was taken from one of the rafts and used for a small fire in a metal fire pan. The fire often burned down quickly, but it set a nice tone, and the stories often went on well after the last ember had winked out."I. His hands were on my wet blouse. I never wanted to be taken at that moment like any other time in my life. Even on my honeymoon with John, I did not feel this way."Come to my bed, Amy." Nothing more I want, Charles, but my kids are home alone, and the storm...Can we do this another time?" Nothing would please me more."I put my hand on the front of his sweats, and what I felt scared me. I thought, Oh my god, can I handle that much meat?"Charles, do you really want to be a real 'motherfucker'?". My sack was stretched and loose with my balls full of sperm wanting release. Mary hefted each one and softly massaged them. The pain was slight but so sexual. When she lowered her face and kissed the tip of the mushroom head I nearly lost it. Her small tongue licked the precum then she seemed to bathe my shaft with her long most tongue. When she mouthed one of my testicles it was murder to keep control and not blow everything in the air.“Don. I want to suck you and taste you but not now. I need. Angie was sweating like an old whore, swearing and encouraging Jez to fuck her harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. She then froze, screamed , squirted and shook in a massive orgasm. Jez's arse and balls tightened and he shot rope after rope of black spunk into my wife. They laid still then Angie rolled off the big black monster cock, spunk leaking out of her pussy, I rolled her over to look at her and her pussy was wide open , red and stretched by the massive prick she has.