‘I think it’s bed time. Help me get my bed out?’ She asked. ‘Yeah.’Neither of us moved. She continued to sit, curled up, head on my shoulder... arms loosely wrapped around mine. ‘You have to move if you want me to set up your bed.’ I explained. If I told you I wanted her to get up, I’d be lying. ‘But I’m comfortable right here,’ she said, a small tired smile on her lips. ‘But what if I want to go to bed?’ The question sprung from my lips before I knew what I was asking. What the hell was wrong. Suddenly she got tight, as her sphincter tightened around my shaft and I was forced to stop moving until she loosened up again. Then I resumed stroking her ass.She was noticeably looser by then. If I had enjoyed stroking her ass before, now I absolutely loved it. Pussy is nice but, if all asses felt as great as Lindsey's did, I couldn't believe the population explosion wouldn't have died a natural death. After pumping her ass for a couple of minutes, Lindsey gingerly moved her arms, releasing. The thing I'd never told her was: When Boris and I had been on our last deployment, I'd got a good look at his johnson when he got out of the shower and was drying-off in front of me. My dick is above average, but Boris had a good three inches on me, and was much thicker. I didn't know what that thing looked looked like when it was hard, but I could imagine. And more than once, I'd imagined Kimber, on her back, squirming wildly while Boris shoved his big dong into her, going deeper than I ever. Like magic, the torches appeared to flicker in place. Kisa held her breath as the shadows on the picture moved in time with the torches, and then the image moved in slow motion. It sped up gradually, and the silent revelers toasted each other and waved, then beckoned for the cameraman to come join them.A woman stepped in front of the camera. She had long, blonde curls that poked out beneath her explorer’s helmet, and she took one of the offered glasses and then turned toward the camera and gave.