Then he bit it gently. The "zing" made her giggle and she stepped forward to answer the door.Couples entered the home, and all the men studied her wit... an air of interest. She stood here with her long brown hair braided down her back, and the dress she wore was made of soft muslin. It was a simple sheath style, and the thin fabric allowed anyone who looked carefully enough to see the darkened nipples of her breasts. A sash gathered the dress at her waist, and the hem was just at her knees.. He took Margarita and Sunny with him and a group of 21 men on a trek toward Florida. Margarita hoped to find some of her family and friends alive and further hoped to convince them to move to Birmingham with her and Roger.The first three days of their walk was uneventful then their luck changed. Early the morning of the fourth day just as the men were moving to eat their breakfast Indians attacked. The first warning of the attack was a strangled cry one of the men let out when an arrow struck. “What? You never had a problem with it before,” I said defensively.“Well, I’ve never had anything to compare it to. When we first slept together it had been more than a month since I’d been fucked, so I was happy to get what I could. But after holding Victor’s huge dick earlier today, yours is notably smaller,” my wife explained.“I know Victor’s dick is bigger than mine. That’s why we are doing this in the first place. Please just let me fuck really quick before he gets here?” I pleaded, dying. I am wearing no panties since Tyrone ripped them off me. I have hand marks all over my body. I almost want my husband to know what happened. I want him to see how a real man works, but why ruin all the fun? I want to keep playing my little bimbo like the fool that he is. "Hi honey! You were gone for a while" he says to me with a hug and a kiss. "Honey, why are you wearing no panties?" "Oh, about that, they got really messy from carrying Tyrone's big lovely package, so they had to stay up at his.