They were so fucking soaked I could have wrung them out and doused a campfire.So that leads to a long conversation all the way home about what it was ...bout Tom that had her going. Because here’s the thing: Kelly will tell you the kind of guys she doesn’t like are less-than-very tall, blond, have mustaches, and have lumpy muscles. Whatever was going on it defied logic and explanation. We settled on pheromones. It was the only explanation that made sense.Kelly, the little attention she paid to. The construction was squared off logs and probably two feet thick. That made me realize the forests here were prime timber cutting territory. Dense and first growth.They had one of those bristle brushes on a little platform that a caring fella could use to brush off the road filth acquired by walking anywhere in town.Folks must not have cared because the area surrounding the appliance was the only clean (relative term) place on the boardwalk in front of the inn.I got to thinking about the nasty. You've got yourself a baby, Mary." I'm not frightened," said Elizabeth, a bit too quickly. She found a spare chair and pulled it up to the large wooden table. "So, er, what does this society do?" Whatever we want to do," said the big woman.A round of introductions later, Elizabeth learned that the big woman was Doreen, the aristocratic-looking blonde was Pamela, and the gorgeous tanned woman attached to her side was her servant Olivia. The rest of the women also introduced themselves, but their. I quickly pulled my cock all the way out and slammed it back into her, and she finally took a breath.Now I wanted to cum and couldn’t. Damn it!!!With my stiff cock still buried in her, slowly stoking her dripping, stretched out wetness, she finally looked me in the eye and I immediately knew she was all good and I could keep fucking. I pulled her back to the edge of the bed againand sort of spun her to her side, holding one leg up in the air. I asked “Do you want to cum again?“ and barely loud.