As I drank the juice Liz asked me "would you rather be married to a prude or a whore". It just wasn't a question I wanted to answer. Liz kissing my ne...k from behind said that I was "married to a whore". Liz began telling me that once a week sometimes twice she has been meeting Tim and his friends in a hotel an hour away. Liz, kissing my neck and ears from behind, told me that Marie told her that we had been fucking once a week also. I nodded yes, when Liz asked me if i liked fucking a slut like. Then to my amazement she started to stroke my erection through my shorts with her fingertips following the ridge where my knob meets my shaft. I decided to be more adventurous too. I tickled her just above the top of her bikini briefs, then I slid my hand down inside the front of her bikini. I felt her cunt hair and eased my fingertips her vagina slit. We kissed for a while with me fingering her pussy like that and getting her hot, and wet downstairs!“There’s a cave over there,” she said. There. Better hurry up.” With that, Hessian turned and walked back inside. Janietook a deep breath and stared wild eyed around her. Thegarden was no longer delightful. She was about to behunted like a wild animal, and she didn’t want to eventhink of what they’d do to her once they caught her.She started to run towards the thick trees. PART THREE==========Her bare feet hurt as she ran on branches and rocks,but that didn’t stop her. Already she could hear theexcited voices. Stacy sees herself moving close. Her face, down between Becca's legs. She can smell her girlfriend's honey. Ugh. Becca, I need you. Stacy whines quietly as her hand moves down between her own legs. She remembers she's no longer wearing her panties and her pussy is wet and eager to accept her fingers. Stacy begins imagining what it would be like to taste Becca's nubile flavour. She teases herself with her girly fingers; slowly using their tips to slather her clit and labia with slick excitement..