She loves the taste of my cunt!” “I do,” Miss Daisy moaned, licking her lips.Tracy kissed her.I shuddered as I watched them obey me, their tongu...s dancing. My cream smeared onto Miss Daisy's mouth from Tracy's pink lips. I shuddered, the pleasure building and building in me. The two tongues pleasing me made me shiver. I loved the one fluttering over my asshole and the other caressing my virgin pussy.Then Petra did something so naughty. She pressed her tongue into my asshole. I gasped as she. Everyone and his sister's dog was at lakeside. This meant we had to go through them to set up the line and they had to come through our party to leave. Ouch. We did it anyway. My wife was the beauty of the generation. Fuck the rest of you.I have a business smile. I brought it out and kept it on. Occasionally, there was someone of interest. Usually it was someone that Cynthia had as a client, though I could never tell for sure. Looking for such nuggets kept me sane. Eventually, the line ran out.. “It’s a matter of affordability,” Karissa told her.“We’re funded by donations,” the woman explained. “Through the Church.”“So whatever we can afford?” Karissa asked.“Yes.”“We had planned on spending 300 at a hotel for a week,” said Junie. “But found the place ... inadequate.”“How was it inadequate?”“Dangerous,” said Karissa.The woman nodded. “You plan to stay a week?”“Maybe longer,” said Junie.“Three hundred would be an acceptable donation,” the woman smiled. “My name is Theresa.”“Thank you. “So how were things around here?”“Quiet,” Joe answered. At least it had been quiet until it was time to sleep. He couldn’t believe how loud some of the men snored. It had kept him up half of the night. The uncomfortable section of sewer pipe that served as his bed had kept him up the rest of the night. It was hard to believe that most of the men appreciated staying there.“How’d you sleep?”“Didn’t sleep much,” Joe admitted. He ran a hand over his rough beard and wished that he had a razor and a.