She was puffing and panting. "Gently, please. My kitty is a bit sore, especially after that last one." I looked at the expression on her face. I didn'... need to cum again, and probably wouldn't, unless something exceptional happened. This was for her pleasure. She saw the look of concern on my face. "Oh, you are so sweet!" Her hand caressed my face, "I love that... but don't worry. If it gets to much, I promise I will tell you. I just want one more orgasm." she smiled. "So... don't stop, .... Although life was hardly pleasant, the Germans established their own music band and turned part of the gaol into a tennis court. Apparently, one visitor had described the nights as being more like a pleasant beer hall than a prison.All of this they found out when they visited the historic Trial Bay Gaol, which was now a tourist attraction and the most important historical site in the area.Dave found a café overlooking the water where the three of them sat and enjoyed a cappuccino. Jill. “AHHH...! Of course. Sorry Madam. Mm.”I unstrapped my heels and laid myself with my head at her nylon feet and stuck my pantyhose feet at her head. I grabbed one of her nylon feet, and forced her toes between my nose. Sniffing her nylon toe’s scent inside me. “AHH! Sam...! Mmmm...! Those dirty nylon feet smell fucking amazing...Ahhh!”I felt her grab my lower leg and squeeze it. Her gentle hands felt so good on my hosed leg. My tongue couldn't hold back anymore. I had to taste those pretty nylon. Log-sitter still had his jacket on and obviously was now tit-fucking Cathy, but all we could see was her back as she was bounced up and down on the two cocks.The guy who just had the blow-job pulled his jeans up and announced that he was going for a pee.Just then the two pummeling her ass and pussy must have cum because they jerked up in unison and yelled out what a great piece of ass she was. They lifted her up and pulled their cocks out of her and laid her on her back on the table.The.