I rubbed harder and licked faster. I felt her tense again and she pulled her hand from Robert and grabbed my head smashing it hard into her pussy, her...thighs clamped on head and she came hard in my mouth. I kept up the torment on her pussy. She was rolling through orgasms and I just kept going. “Please … please stop,” she gasped, “God please stop!” I licked her pussy and felt her body shudder as I did it then sat back from her. I looked at her, her eyes were glazed over and her nipples were. Ah yes fuck me, fuck, fuck I wailed. Colin’s thrusts slowed as his prick swelled and his muscle pumped. Hot spunk flowed and spurted into my twat.They gave me no rest. As soon as Colin withdrew to lie beside me on the bed Ross took his place between my thighs. His penetration of my sopping snatch was effortless. He buried his tool in me until his pubic hair mashed into my parted pussy petals and his balls slapped against the crack of my arse. His fuck was hard and fast and deep. He bent forward. Most of the cast working the show slept on the grounds, at least over the weekends. The first weekend was set up and rehearsals on Friday (or earlier for those building sets) and open gates at ten Saturday morning until eleven that night. Same hours on Sunday. The second weekend we’d have evening hours Thursday and Friday and the same excruciating Saturday-Sunday hours. Sometime in the middle of Sunday night or Monday morning, we’d pack our tents and quietly slip away.I was picking up Brittany. Now I hold you, lightly, and you clutch at me desperately, assuring yourself of my reality. I feast on the skin on the nape of your neck, tasting the delicate hairs there, smelling the subtle perfume of your body. The heat that rises from you is palpable, and I absorb it, adding to my own essense by it. I stroke the side of your face and your shoulder, feeling the muscles go limp beneath my fingers as I move. Your breathing becomes ragged, and I pull you close to me. Your breasts press firmly.