Bob introduced his family, including using the term wife for each of his wives. The woman's eyes said everything. She had made the connection before b...ing told. Then it was her turn. She introduced herself and her children. Ginger Gibson was forty. Her son Frank was nineteen, and daughter Jennifer was eighteen. Her son Charles was just thirteen. She was well proportioned with a 38D bustline and strong womanly hips. Her daughter Jennifer was just 2 inches smaller. Her sons were handsome. Dana. ‘Now I don’t have to worry about getting a good night kiss,’ he said. ‘We better get ourselves inside or I’ll be hopping into the back seat,’ Rosa giggled. ‘A horny women, eh? That’s just great. I love horny women.’ ‘Are all your women horny?’ ‘After I fuck them they are.’ They both laughed, and he was out of the car and holding the door open for her. As Rosa set foot on the sidewalk, Dutch kicked the passenger door shut, leaving an obvious dent. ‘Must you always do that?’ She asked. ‘Yes,’ he. The travellers were weighed down with provisions. Fresh meat needed to be gathered each day. The travellers generally tried to keep in step with the migrating mammals such as mammoth, rhinoceros and great deer, although they were also mindful of an accompanying migration of cheetah, leopard and hyena that could no more survive the winter than their prey. Ivory wept when she finally lost sight of the village far in the distance across the open steppe. Wolves and lions would already be tearing at. “Don’t stop” I panted as my legs trembled, a few more seconds and I knew I would come all over his hand. “Don’t stop.” I murmured again. Suddenly the frenzy of ecstasy washed over me as my pussy throbbed and my clit sent bouts of sheer pleasure through my entire body. As my orgasm peaked “Fuck me!” I panted. I wanted to finish throbbing around his hot hard shaft. He deftly slipped inside me. His cock glided between my lips into the wetness of my pussy, the sensation of his girth passing.