"Don't stop! Please don't stop! Just go a little slower. I'm sorry. I've gotten tight again." You sure have! I can feel it," he said. "It feels great....Like the first time all over again." For me too. But please be gentle; as if I was Jolene. OK?"After that, it was all he could do to get his cock into me without losing his load in the process. Thinking about fucking Jolene made him so excited that he could hardly stand it. All the time he was trying to ease it into me, I could feel his cock. Now until we had arrived Emma had been torturing me. She’d been rubbing my dick for most of the journey, and even gave some pretty decent head in the less public parts of the drive, which coupled with a long drive tires you out quite quickly. So I found our double bed, and had a nap. Now Emma being the temptress she is had hatched a plan for our fuck. She had found some Post-Its, and had marked a way down to somewhere. I followed it down to the decking, but I hid for a moment, since it seemed. The fact that she had made an effort to look good tonight helped. She was wearing a nice blouse and a shortish skirt. Both Penny and Yvette had also worn nice looking clothing. Penny was in a tight, short dress that showed off her small firm figure nicely,and wearing her best pair of high heels. Her black hair was styled and she wore make up to accent her looks. Yvette had a low cut blouse over a short skirt and a pair of smart wedged sandles. Which showed off her ample cleavage and long. To people living in a contemporary society these social phenomena might seem outrageous, absurd and slightly depressing. But when viewed in context the Rezendrians believed they had a greater connection with each other, as they were not concerned with the external details only the internal. One can imagine that this hiding of the face resulted in communities that were of a stronger bond due to the nature of relationships. What I mean by the nature of the relationship would be the primary focus.