.please...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me more." His hands were gripping on my hips deeply, feeling his hands squeezing both of my hips as he kept fucking...my ass deeper and deeper. Only then did my moans get louder!INSIDE MY ASS! COME INSIDE MY BUTT NOW!! I LOVE HOW MUCH IT HURTS!! FUCK ME DEEPER!! MORE BABY MORE!!" At the sound of those words, he got harder, faster, pushing my ass deeper, pushing my upper body deep into the lazyboy rocking chair, making me rock the rocking chair until it made. Our tongues touch and tease, the age old dance.During all of this we are very aware of people coming and going in camp. We both try as much a possible to be a quiet as possible, so as not to embarrass or offend. Our sex is slow and measured. Like our cycling, we found a cadence that allowed us to ride all night.Day 2I'm awakened by the sounds of people stirring, tent zippers going up and down, people fumbling in the early time before the twilight of the morning. As my senses begin to process my. "See," said Wendy, "same color and everything!!!" "Yeah, it is the same, have you tired it on," asked April? "At the store, over my panties," Wendy replied. "Well I think now's as good a time as any to try it on to see how it looks like on you," responded April! "Good idea," Wendy answered back, "let's do it!!!"Wendy shucked off her jeans and panties with one shove, and seconds later off came her tee shirt and bra, which left her standing there naked as a jay bird! "Hey, babe, I don't know if. Gillian trembled. Rose had over half of the whip handle in her mouth and the white gloves rubbed against her soft lips."Further!" Rose snapped.Gillian was ready to throw up. In a dreadful haze of pain and humiliation, Gillian eased the white leather dress up and finally exposed Rose's leather panties."Take them off. They clip at the sides," Rose said, running the whip handle in and out of Gillian's throat.Gillian found the first clip, pulling at it until it came open. The second one was even.