Ohanna was wearing nothing, except for a lacy white thong, a thong which stood out against her black flesh, and a thong so tiny that her cock strained...against it stretching the material to its limits.I hesitated; but she hauled me into her flat slamming the door shut. "Hello, little bitch" She purred in her silky and deep voice.Once again, I saw the maniacal rage rise in her eyes. Before I could say anything further, Ohanna had crossed over to me and slapped me very hard. “Just strip off for. " said Jan and Lynn agreed. They dressed in their rooms, put their swimsuits and make-up kits in a bag and walked to the Swiss Chalet, just a few hundred yards down the hill.As they arrived, the sun had just disappeared behind the big mountain, and the long shadows and the pink glow of the peaks created a romantic atmosphere that inspired the girls and Lynn alike. They felt free and adventurous when they entered the reception-hall of the Swiss Chalet.The young lady at the reception desk. Sylvio backed away and didn't mention the incident or hardly have anything to do with Maria until Christmas season.As would often happen around this time of the year, dad was working 'overtime' while mom was driving to her mother's place more and more.The kids were left at home, often not kowing when either parent was due back.One evening, Sylvio had just gotten home from his date in which the girl had gone 'all the way' and he was feeling quite satisfied. When he came in, since it was late, he. Lost track of everything now. Upright on a hard-backed chair, body drenched in sweat, feeling rivulets trickling down my breasts and stomach to pool in the glorious, spasming wetness of my sex. My vibe filled sex. My plug-filled arse. My gagged and drooling mouth. My flesh twisting and writhing as the humming intensity consumed me. Each vibration exploding through spoilt, undeserving me. Desperate not to cum as instructed. As she watched and the second-hand trickle onward. Lunar CamelPressed.