So Mr. Pink moved from my clit (at one end of my pussy) to my entrance (at the other). Let's just say things felt really good, and got better from the...e. Mr. Pink is more than a foot long, and I utilized that. It took both hands.A girl likes it deep. I think that's so the tip of the cock is as close to your cervix as it can get, maximizing the chances that his little baby-makers will get into your womb and find an egg. It also feels really good. You feel full. There's more than that, but that's. I don't think you're a serial rapist, either." Well, you're right," I quipped, "I have no idea how to rape cereal -- but I succeeded with a woman once. That makes me a hardened sex offender." Somehow, I'm not as scared as last time." I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe I have to kill you now." My head was beginning to hurt. There were permutations and combinations... "How long until the cops arrive?" Forever, probably. Someone would have to call them." Someone may have. The way he groaned and told me what a good job I was doing made me wish I knew how to purr. Every time I took his dick a little deeper he would gasp and say “that’s it” or “yes, baby, just like that.” I loved the noises he made and I started to squirm as my pussy started to ache and throb.I was happily slurping him in and out of mouth when he reached down and unbuttoned my plaid top and pushed my tank top and bra down so my tits fell free. He used both of his hands to squeeze my tits and pinch. It took us less than an hour to find Foster's camp. He had moved up-stream a ways, back into the trees a bit, and was sitting outside his ratty tent when we arrived. I had paid off the girls' driver, tied on my horse and driven them out with promises of fresh air and a good time. They were reluctant and traveled quietly, especially after we passed the ditch that held the three bodies and a flock of squawking birds.Foster rose, brushed off his britches and helped Silvia down. I grabbed Marcie at.