....it felt really firm. She told me that I shouldn't grab her, and that I was a naughty little boy. She told me if I grabbed her again, that she woul... spank me. I didn't want this to happen, so I made sure that I kept my hands away. After a few more minutes, she shifted me a bit, so that now my front was facing her. Still with my legs around her waist, her hands under my butt....but now my dick was against her stomach, and she had me in a bearhug position, so her chest was tightly against. It must have been desperation that drove them to it. Buzzards flew overhead and studied me. ‘Another fool has come to the swamp to flirt with death,’ I imagined them saying. ‘No one comes here for anything else! Wait a little, and we will pick his bones.’ They perched nearby, and, refusing to waste time, used the interval to clean their feathers of mites. Once in a while one of them shifted his perch with a noisy and ominous rustle. They waited for me, and seemed patient for a fat meal. The. All six of us reeked of sex. As we fell asleep, our bodies had been drenched in sweat and cum. My skin was clammy and stuck to my lovers.And I wouldn't have traded that feeling for anything in the world.I lost myself to that blissful feeling, holding my wives in my arms. Cuddling with my soulmates. Wanting nothing. Content. Happy.When Melinda stirred, I kissed her in the crook of her neck. She smiled as she emerged from her sleep. Turning her head, she kissed me, her lips tasting of pussy. And. She had never known another lover like him. Slowly he lowered himself to the floor, reaching to her waist he undid her shorts. Like peeling a piece of fruit, he removed them, and relished the sight he enjoyed so much. Her mound was bare! She reached down and pulled his head closer, she thought back to the night she had him shave her, and the love making afterwards. He took in the musky scent of her, fully. And as light as the kiss of a baby, he ran the tip of his tongue from the bottom to the.