This is going to require a lot more thought than I currently want to give the matter. I close my eyes, hoping I'll get a bit more sleep and then I can...get on with my day. Just the memories of last night, the smell and taste on my fingers, the stickiness I feel on my thighs is making it impossible to sleep. I'll have to give up my quest for more sleep today. Picturing Heather's head between my legs, I feel myself becoming aroused again. I feel that lovely warmth and tingling between my legs. I was never concerned of ripping my enclosure. The elasticity of my pussy was my best quality. It could wrap around anything that had a round head. My hot liquid always lubricated the bedpost so generously that my labia never folded over onto themselves. I was always so dripping wet, my naturalness coated every inch of my ten centimeter long slit. I loved how my sexual lips just slid along the wet smoothness as I bounced on top of my bedpost. I would always pause slightly when I lowered myself. Michele fumbled around until she was able to free Rod's engorged memberfrom his trousers, the girls were pre-lubricated in anticipation of thisevent and when Rod pulled her panties aside, Michele lowered herselfonto Rod's rampant member. She clenched her anus around his turgidphallus and rode up and down on him, her heels planted on the deck.Knocker had Polly on her back on the bunk and had deftly removed herblack velvet hotpants and tore open her sheer tights and was humpingaway at her. . She grabbed his cock and spat a huge gob of saliva on his dick-head. She started to jerk him off, letting the spit grease his pole. Eric thought she was getting him ready for more deep throat action, and he closed his eyes, moaning deeply. Donna expected this reaction. She reached under the bed and found the pair of hand cuffs she kept. In a swift motion she pulled out the cuffs, clamped one end around Eric’s wrist and the other around the bed post. He was trapped, and started to struggle..