He said it was difficult to keep track and I could only agree. He then asked if I wanted to go back there sometime and I sighed, “Oh god yes”. “...ood”, came my husband’s reply. The rest of the way home my husband told me the whole story. We were not at a campsite like I thought but we were near the Pine Barrens on private land, our land. His family owned a few acres near the Pine Barrens. We had always wanted to build a beach house there but could never afford it, until now. My husband told me. I wasn't sure how much more I could take, rapidly approaching the point where control of my actions disappeared and raw instinct took over to decide the fate of my body's release. Maybe he sensed it, maybe he didn't, but he gently pulled out and I'm sure I whimpered. Something at least caused the Frenchman to look up from his paper and make eye contact. He looked quizzically, fleetingly, then self-consciously returned to his paper.My insides screamed for Adam's touch. What the hell was his. Chloe could feel a wave rising in her tummy and she was vaguely aware of the noises she was making; she mewled and gasped, the sounds almost but not quite words. She arched her back and suddenly the man's head turned and he sunk his teeth into her soft thigh, sucking on the flesh he held. Chloe's eyes opened wide behind her blindfold and she screamed; the loud party outside stopped anyone else hearing it but the man returned to her pussy, licking and sucking. The residual pain in her leg faded. Pearson’s stall. She was smiling, and looking right at Pearson’s great looking ass. Lt. jg Pearson turned around, and Lorn smiled at her… Pearson moved to one side of the stall, and, needing no further invitation, Lorn stepped in! I was in shock! My breathing stopped as I watched this happen. The black goddess took the soap from Pearson’s hand, and started rubbing it over her senior officer’s chest. Pearson closed her eyes as the lather grew on her tits. Working.