She kneeled at his feet, her knees squelching into the grass, observing the progress of her hand as it stroked up and down that unyielding length. He ...as shaved close and it served to emphasise his massiveness—that great tower thrusting outward from balls that hung heavy with God knew how much seed. His phallic strength only grew under influence of her palm and he swelled marble-hard, every vein on his surface embossing the surface. “It’s a work of art…” She’d breathed the words and hoped they. She turned her head, looking at Janie’s sleeping face in the dim blue-tinted light. She was fast asleep. A small shudder rippled through Tonya as soon as her fingers slipped into her wet folds. She squeezed her thighs together, enjoying the throb. Her mind wandered back to earlier. Caine. She’d always thought he was sexy in an older, gruff kind of way. It was the way he carried himself. No-nonsense and stern, but very caring in his own way. There was something very attractive about a person who. And not for the first time she looked back...and caught me staring at her arse!"so you like my arse do you babe?" she said, "I always catch you having a good old look you know". I felt embarrassed - not for looking, but because I had been caught! "Im soo sorry Sam, I didnt mean to stare, last thing I want is to make you feel uncomfortable" I said in an apologetic tone.To my surprise Sam retorted "awww stop it babe, I love it when you look at me like that, it really turns me on!". I was a good. This strange world was exciting and suited to her exhibitionist lifestyle. Now she can be naked most of the time and fuck whomever she wants. This was a new experience for her as a repressed slut from London. It seems as if love has only one rule, pleasure coupled with honesty. Natasha could never trust Edward and she was never truthful to him. She was afraid of his temper outbursts and his jealousy. In this place and time she could start afresh. In less than two hours the three set off on.