‘Fire’s about ready. Where’s the hotdogs,’ he asked her. She grinned at herself. In your pants, she wanted to say, but instead said, ‘They�...re on top of the sleeping bags in the tent. ‘ Michael nodded and went off to get them as he thought to himself, I wouldn’t mind getting a hotdog in her. He chuckled to himself at his own little pun there, as he often did when he was alone. There were a million things he could’ve said at various times to various people, but he didn’t dare want to make waves. Both my arms were on Joe's chest holding me up, my head fell back, face facing the truck ceiling, and I let out a painful scream that could have woken up an entire city.That was the most painful thing I have ever felt. Joe ripped through my hyman like it was Jell-O. He immediately removed his cock from my pussy, pushed me down onto the passenger seat, saw a stream of blood run out of my pussy, and say, "What the fuck?! You are a virgin? How are you a prostitute and a virgin at the same time? It. The first staresI stared at her, that very first time. I stared for a long time, through the safety of the Venetian blinds that made it easy for me to peek outside, but near impossible for an outsider to look back. Riley was reading a book, and couldn't possibly know she was being gazed upon. Her running shorts showed the first bit of skin that should have been hidden from sight - I knew right then and there it wouldn't be the last. The following weeks, Riley often appeared on the balcony to. Emily stared up into the clear blue sky, as the heat of the sun, now risen high into the sky, beat down on her naked flesh.. Her body was slick with sweat from copulating with the black skinned holyman, as well as the other things he had done to her.Again Emily could feel the strange oil taking effect and the renew heat within her belly growing and aching to be filled with the holymans thick cock and then quenched again with his seed.Feeling his fingers deep inside her cunt, skillfully.