Va'an misinterpreted his signal, turned and then squatted on all fours, lifting her grass wedding skirt for copulation. Mark saw her dry closed labia,...and between her legs Mark could see the dome of her pregnancy hanging beneath her. "My God," thought Mark, "Is this what sex has been like for her? Being bred like an animal, dry mounted and painfully fucked?"Mark undressed and sat down by her side. Va'an looked at him, still very nervous, but Mark could also see a lot of curiosity in her eyes.. One she enjoyed role-playing just as much!“We are equals now! You can’t tell me what to do!” Savannah pouted that neither girl had any authority at all now that it all belonged to Brock.The girls restrained themselves from acting too angry. They were trying to seem competitive and reluctant but willing to be disciplined if it meant they would be better people in the long run. They were essentially play acting themselves just in a much more distilled version to get a rise out of George.Savannah. I began to slow down my hop gyrations, and Mark asked if something was wrong. I told him I was fine but my legs were getting tired. He proceeded to wrap his arms around me and then in one smooth motion, slid me off to his side while he turned and laid me on my back in the love seat. It was a testament to his cocksmithing that he never slipped out of my honey hole during the entire repositioning. He then began to thrust his hard cock into me in long slow movements. I was panting for air as he. I stood beside her, letting my stiffening cock tent out my pants without shame. She reached down for my shaft, taking it in her gentle hand as my own fingers found her wet, wet pussy opening like a rosebud for me. I spread her bring up and down her slit, up toward her anus and down to her clit. Her knees melted as I touched either. Her lips parted as she let out a kittenish mewl.Her soft hands began stroking my cock as she wriggled deeper onto the counter. I reached over to undo several buttons.