She jumped when my finger ran over it.“Shit, girls, he remembers where the G-spot is,” she groaned.“Oh, God, he’s going deep, too,” she gasp...d as I used my middle digit to search deep in her cavity for what the girls called the A-spot when they showed me where to find it last night. I have to admit, Uncle Don taught the girls well, or else they were enthusiastic pupils, or both.I’d already heard about some of the things they taught me last night, but not others. Still, I insisted that the girls. Rose lay down to her stomach, she put a pillow under herself, lifted up her hip a bit, I spread her legs, so I got easier accessing to her hole. I climbed up to her and started fuck Rose. That was an easier figure, so we could do it for longer time. I fuck her harder and harder, and she tried to lift her hip up and up. During this, I kissing her back, her neck and I gnaw her ears. Rose grasped the sheet, while she was moaning to the pillow.A bit later stopped it, and told her:-You are fantastic. Having spent the past fifteen minutes under Steph, I was thankful when she sat up on the couch and lit another smoke, allowing me to sit up, the back of my head sticking to the floor from some guys freshly spewed load! She got me to eat her out again and about ten minutes in I noticed her fiddling around with something near my head. She had found a condom in the couch, and was squeezing all the slimy cum to the base getting ready to pour it out. She stopped me from eating her, and turned around. Needless to say nothing happened between Wilson and me. It truly was as if nothing had ever happened. Which suited me just fine.The next morning after breakfast, we drove the final two hours to the grassy strip where my plane was tied to the tie down rings buried in the ground. The guy who ran the place collected my fee for parking there over night. Wilson and I had brought five gallons of gas with us. I checked the milk bottle colored gas tanks. I could see that with the five gallons, we.