I helped her out of her uniform, so it was half an hour later that we got back downstairs. We ended up with two green salads, potato salad and a glass...each of the Viognier — which killed the bottle. I asked Weena about getting Maddy and Charlie to the airport and onto their flight. Everything had gone well."Now you."I narrated as much as possible about Maggie's visit. I tried to be verbatim, but that just wasn't my way. Weena was quiet through the whole thing."So you're going to be the head. She lifted her hand to my face and drew the outline of my mouth. I seized her little fingers with my lips and eagerly kissed and sucked them. With her free hand she began to draw little circles around my neck. Even through the material of my tee-shirt the sensation was delightful! I reached for her chin and drew her to me. This time she didn’t draw away, but brought her face to mine with softly parted lips. I traced her lips with my tongue, and then gently explored her mouth. Then her tongue. It seemed pretty stupid to try to get hard, so I could jerk off in order not to be hard. And let’s face it. I wasn’t supposed to be getting hard in the first place.I decided to go back and lay down the law. There would be two bags this night. Separate bags. There would be no warm, female hand gripping my dripping penis. I’d take a towel into my sleeping bag with me, where I could jerk off in comfort and warmth.Whatever she did in her bag would be her business.I stomped back to the tent,. " He moved his head, so his friends could watch the juice gushing out of my cunt hole. The biker girl reached in and got a death grip on my stiff clit and started violently twisting it in every direction. I naturally tried to shut my legs, but the big man held them spread open. One huge orgasm after another kept gushing out of my pussy, juice flowing everywhere.Biker girl yelled out, "Fuck her, baby! Fuck her hard!"He grabbed his huge cock and rammed it back in deep, until his pubic bone.