She was completely full of cum by now and plugged herself with some tissues to ease the mess on the sheets beneath us. I was getting to like her and I...think her feelings were mutual. I turned the lantern off and we both went to sleep in each other arms. The next morning we realized things had to be done in order to break camp and get them down into town to get themselves back to the city by train, overnight. It would take me a day or so to drive back. They had commitments to meet, and a plane. People said she was a saint, perfect in every way. He stood up, bravely, in the funeral and, voice cracking, said that no, she wasn’t a saint. She was crap at cooking, she was stubborn as a mule, she was pretty as a picture, she was tone deaf – people laughed, remembering her voice soaring above (and below, and sideways) in the hymns at their wedding – she was artistic and taught him to appreciate Damian Hurst, Jackson Pollock and Magritte; she was also a tiger in bed (though he didn’t say. My pussy was foaming my cream around his cock as I was having orgasm after orgasm. My head was rolling from side to side as I moaned lost in my pleasure as he fucked me. AHHHhhhh ANNnnn, Scott moaned out loudly. He drove his cock deeply into my wet pussy. He held it there as I felt it swell then start to jerk as cum splashed into my pussy. I started to move under him, as I did not want the fucking to stop. Scott pulled his cock from my pussy and moved from between my legs. She is all yours. Do you do this up here every day?"I laughed and told them, "No, just today." Would you come to our apartment tomorrow, do it for us?" she asked.Now I haven't told you what these two women looked like. Obviously they were Hispanic descent and they were both fairly short. The older one I figured might be in her mid-forties, maybe even fifty. She had dark hair, of course, and a more tan complexion than the other, younger one. Her stature was solid and curvy and she had a nice face.The younger one,.