But it was nothing.She was thinking nothing. She was a blank slate, something to bewritten on. She asked what he was thinking, and whatever he said, s...erepeated. She took his words, and they became hers.He liked her breasts.She liked her breasts.He liked her cleavage.She liked her cleavage.He wanted more cleavage.She wanted more cleavage.He wanted to see her naked.She wanted to see herself naked.And so it went, the marionette strings of his words became herreality. She was becoming him. He was. This was nothing like it. She shuddered against me, her eyes were fully closed and she was somewhere else. Not in this world as we know it. After her low moan, her eyes shot open and she shouted my name at me. “Melissa, Melissa…fuck!” I held onto her and she repeated the phrase over and over. Brian had not let up for one second. His thick rampant cock fucked her hard. I quickly looked up at him and saw the smile develop on his face when he knew that he had her; that she was cumming all over his. After lunch we spent some time getting things cleaned up and then sent Ketch off on his errand."Tell them the meat and the bread will be provided, and to bring what they can to add to the meal. We'll make it what we call a potluck back home." I told him.in the meantime, we began to wonder how we could make a table with room for everyone to sit and eat. Eating around the campfire had its appeal, but if we were hosting a meal, we might as well try to be festive and organized. We were still. Normally she makes flirtatious eye contact with a guy while talking, but she kept looking between his legs while he told her he was a high school math teacher on vacation for a week. Although she was focused on his exposed throbbing cock head, she listened carefully to what he was saying. He told her he was on vacation by himself which is what she was hoping to hear.She watched as more of his dick slipped out against his left leg. He spread his legs out again to give my wife the best view.