I replied, “None, just my ex with a strapon.” She slapped my ass and said, “You make a perfect bottom bitch I can’t wait to set it up for you....The real thing will feel almost like what you have up there now.” She punctuated her sentence with a powerful thrust causing me to arch my back in pleasure. I said, “I’m not gay.” She replied, “It doesn’t matter if your gay or not. Who cares? You’re a bottom bitch and that’s that baby!” She began to pick up the pace slamming me harder and harder saying,. . .depending on her mood. First she reached back and untied her bikini top and let the straps fall. Her heavy breasts held the top in place until she slid them free of the cups and began to play with them. Grabbing them and squeezing gently, her fingers pulling slightly on her nipples until they were hard. She dipped her hand into the water as they floated along and scooped a handful up and dripped it over her tits, the water beading on her skin, like tiny jewels all over. She smiled and. Hilary kept her hand between her legs, holding him still for a moment and savouring the delicious sensation of being filled by a cock again. As they began to fuck, slowly and sensuously at first, I slid two fingers into my own cunt and started to masturbate myself, whilst keeping time with the rhythm of their lovemaking. The sounds and scents of sex filled the air as all three of us rose towards our climaxes.Hilary came first, her head thrown back and her eyes shut. As her orgasm hit her, her. She cautioned him that they were more interested in recovering the money stolen from the villagers than in seeking retribution from the tax men sent by Prince John.He nodded his head in agreement and told her,“I smell the musk of copulation all about you, mistress. You need to go to the river and bathe away the scent of whoever caused your juices to flow so pungently.”Rowena had to smile. It was certainly a roundabout way of telling her she smelled bad. No, the old axe man was quite correct..