I say "hem" but as I recall it wasn't hemmed at all.It was as if she'd just cut the bottom off a longer dress.She shot me a quick glance, giving me a ...ittle sideways smile.I knew that smile well at this point and as I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh, slipping it under her dress, she opened her legs a bit further, biting her bottom lip. I warmed up by gently rubbing her clit through her panties. Before long she was wiggling, and gently rolling her hips, rubbing herself against my. I was moaning and screaming, while he continued to push more of his cock into my asshole. “Fucking hell, she’s so tight down there,” Claude screamed. Once Claude was in, he held my hips and fucked me slowly. His cock was really big inside of my asshole. Troy started to buck up inside of my cunt and blasted me with his cum. I continued to fuck him, while his cream emptied out of his balls. Claude screamed and filled my asshole with another load of his cum. I got off of Troy and opened up my. I wondered why I was not fighting against that bastard…Probably because the whole situation was so bizarre and exciting.I had never dreamt that I could be screwed in the middle of the street in bright sunshine, by one of my hubby`s office mates.Then I felt Ned pulling back, ready for his first full thrust into me. I held my breath, then released it with a gasp as I felt smack back into me; my hips automatically lifting and pushing back against him to facilitate his entry.I heard his grunt of. Could we do the same again? Wash each other, and then go to bed and make love?"I stood and lit the little oil heater and went to the galley to start boiling kettles."Of course, Sweetheart. Do you want to use the same cabin?"She came up and hugged me from behind. "No ... the... our... cabin will do fine. I just want, well, to enjoy washing you and being washed..."Perhaps I ought to explain that Orkney is at quite a high latitude. Thanks to the Gulf Stream, the climate is mild, but the average.