He was not doing much better. He had wanked himself to sleep the previous night, thinking about what he’d seen. The image of her masturbating on the...couch was still crystal clear in his mind. The fact that she was also wearing the same sarong he saw her in that day wasn’t helping the situation either. Was it a tease? He thought.Her husband left to go to the toilet, so Lauren got up to get some more drinks and John followed her into the kitchen.“I’m still thinking about yesterday,” he. ”“Missouri?” I asked, hoping I was wrong.More laughter, “No, Illinois, you fool! Did you think we stopped off somewhere?” Bob huffed, jokingly.“Cool, so do you want me to relieve either or both of you?”Bob answered, “No, we’re only about 4 hours from home. We were thinking maybe you could haul the ATVs and whatever bikes we don’t have room for up to Dad’s cabin. Hopefully you got some sleep?”Dad’s cabin was on the south side of the Wisconsin River, just west of the town of Dekorra, WI. He had. .! Hmmmm shit yeeaahh....!" She screamed.I suddenly felt a surge of very warm sweet liquid pour over my tongue whilst it's inside her. She was screaming louder than ever.I did it, I made her cum!"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" She panted loudly. "Shit, that felt good!"I just laid there lapping up her clear tasty juice as she stayed sat on my face. She even arched her back with her arms up in the air to have herself a little stretch, in no hurry at all to get off me. After a few moments though, she. I was always in control but something was happening. Peter was getting to me like no man ever did. I was losing it and needed him to fuck me, possess me and make me cum. I didn’t care anymore. I was giving myself completely to a man. “I own you,” he yelled, pressing his cock harder against my pussy, moving it up and down then started slapping my clit with his hard cock like it was a whip, driving me insane. “Yes! Yes! I’m yours. I’m yours Peter,” I shouted at him, hearing words I never thought.