Tristen flipped down and turned to face John and she raised her pussy over his dick that was standing up at in attention. John grabbed her legs and s...e grabbed the shaft of his prick and lowered herself down onto his dick. “Ohhh god yes!” John said as he felt her vagina slip comfortably down around his dick. A few thrusts and his dick was all the deep inside her pussy. Tristen began to bounce up and down faster riding John inside their little love tent. John’s hands went from her ass, to. The masturbating youths breathed hotly, their faces flushed, their back and shoulder muscles rippling as their arms jerked. The Dane bitch panted, her tongue hanging out, her rump gyrating. Cindy slipped the middle finger of her right hand up her cunt and pinched her cut between the thumb and index finger of her left hand. As she fingerfucked herself, she twisted and pulled on her clit. Her pussylips had swollen up like balloons, and they clamped around her fingers with each contraction of her. What now? Will he guide me outside and take me to their hideout and make me his wife, queen of the bandits? No, she was foolish to think that it would end like a fairy tale, but she took his hand anyway. He did not help her to her feet but guided it to his breeches and placed it on his crotch. She could feel him stiff through the fabric. He pressed her fingers against it and moved them up and down. As he let her hand go she noticed that she continued with the movement on her own. Just an. I turned to see an object flying at me. Ever tried to catch something in dim lighting without your glasses? Yeah it doesn't always work out well. So they object clunked me in the head. Jesus Christ did he throw a fucking rock at me?! As I turned on the light I saw the object in fact was a gun. His paranoia got the better of him. My brother was an ex-Navy man and like most military men he was always paranoid of invasion or something to that effect. In his trunk he always kept supplies like.