?You can scream if you like,? Mark replied. ?I kind of like it. And we don’t have any neighbors within earshot.?Suddenly he slapped her, causing her...to cry out. Then his big, gnarled hands grasped the neck of her tee shirt and in one powerful motion ripped it in two. The bikini top underneath was a flimsy little garment, and broke apart easily under his lust-fueled strength. He stared with appreciation at her perky breasts. They weren’t huge, but they were very round and firm. Her skin was. Raman too looked relaxed when I finally fed his wife Shilpa my entire cock! It was unbelievable and knew it must be way up in her belly someplace. Raman was gently nibbling on his wife’s breasts gently as he continued to watch the erotic sight of me fucking his dear wife.Shilpa now realizing that I was fully inside her pussy and could feel every ridge and vein on my pulsing shaft from her throbbing vaginal walls screamed out loudly and said, “Oh God, I have taken that monster fully and it is. She pushed her hips right off the Persian carpet into my face. Whoops! Now I was so wet, I felt like I might just float away. I had never tasted and inhaled the fragrance of a pussy like hers in my short life. I was only s*******n, but I had enjoyed sex with women and girls from ten to sixty. When some women get close to coming, they have a different, sweeter taste. I have no idea where that comes from, but Judy told me when we were lovers at fifteen that I'm that way, too. But JANET! oh, my. It's a time of living cheap, of dreaming of the day that they'll be back out on their beloved river.As the seven members of Team 1 rode the crew bus upwards, it was hard to believe that the season was over. It had been an eventful one, sometimes memorable, and sometimes difficult. Unlike the summer kids, all seven of these people were professionals, even Barbie, people who had cast their lot with running the river, addicted to its spell. Scooter remembered the story of Carole Carter, addicted.