"Fuck my ass!" gasped Phillipa. "Tear me up! Do it! Don't be gentle!"Britney planted her hands on the ground beside Phillipa's shoulders, drawing her ...ips back—the pleasure was intense, shuddering through her body—and drove her cock deep into Phillipa's bowels. Over and over, the friction burning both their bodies. Delight filled the Rakshasa as she violated her mate's ass over and over."That's it! Take my cock! Feel every painful inch of me!" I am!" Phillipa sobbed, tears leaking from her. Then more moaning, leading up to another crescendo of hot adulterous orgasm! I felt i had to beat a silent retreat, and I went to a local cafe, totally confused. I had a coffee, but had to visit the toilet, where I had a lovely wank. Yes, I was wanking over my mother and her lover, that blond bastard! I returned home at the time I was expected, and pretended nothing had happened.Then a few months later, I was upset to hear that my parents were splitting up; dad had left home. I asked mum as to. Turn to face the wall. I’m sure the sight of Celia’s tits won’t be helping your poor locked cock.”Celia giggled and, red-faced, I did as Gloria asked. Standing facing the wall I could hear them pouring their tea and the chink of cups, but then the sound was replaced by something much more intimate with both women giggling and little squeals and sighs.Then I hear Celia say, “It seems a shame to leave him standing there,” and Gloria say “Come over here, Meakin.”It was worrying that she had. Now is the time.Speaking of time ... it’s time I examined what came with me and what stayed home.I gave the tipi a thorough going over ... my wives shall be pissed ... I am making a mess. I’ll say this for the girls ... they are industrious. Quilled or beaded parfleches lined up against the liner walls. (Parfleche: a rawhide bag with leather ties to keep it shut. Parfleches are used for storage: food, clothing, and other stuff. Also called possibles bag because they can contain every possible.