.. TEEEEEEED!"I kept doing what I was doing throughout my sister's monumental climax, feeling exhilarated every time she thrashed and yelled out her p...easure, happy that I made her happy. I relented my ministrations gradually as Didi rode out her orgasm. Eventually I extracted my tongue from her asshole and my fingers from her pussy when her hands finally pressed with some decision on my head, telling me to stop. I raised my face from between Didi's soaked thighs and looked at her face. Her. I knew it needed to be seen by a physic sooner rather than later and I bore it in mind as I cleaned my other minor wounds with clean water from the oasis well. My left index finger was truly broken from a fall to the rocky ground after a volley of quarrels filled the air around me.My most stunning discovery was that both of my squires had been torn to pieces by a sudden and unexpected reversal of direction by the Infidels use of mounted fighters. These horsemen broke out of our trap of some. She could feel it pistoning in and out, in and out, in and out. Her lips were going numb and her tongue was getting tired. But her pussy was still juicing and her clit was throbbing as her fingers slipped and slid between her legs. Aaahhhh … oh, oh, oh! she moaned, shivers rushing through her body. Quickly, she dug two fingers into her cunt. She swirled them in and then rocked them from side to side. Her thumb massaged her clit and she began furiously finger-fucking herself. Her sharp intakes. It took me nineteen.Out of thin air, a man appeared behind me, handed me a package marked, Christmas Cards, and disappeared as suddenly as he appeared. The only sound he made was, "Don't trust your room. It's been tossed."If I HAD to describe him I would have said he was either tall, or average height, had medium long hair that might have been brown, and weighed somewhere between one-hundred and fifty pounds, and two–hundred, but I bet I would have been wrong, at least half the time.He made no.