But it was only the beginning. After she’d sucked him off, James had been more or less agreeable – that is to say, he hadn’t resisted or compla...ned – when she’d gotten down on her hands and knees and offered her ass to him. What she hadn’t expected though was when he’d ignored her ass and buried his big cock deep into her tight slit. There was no feeling in the world that hurt more, or that felt better, than a big dick in her tight, small pussy. The fact that she was soaking wet this time made. Some of them were so obvious that they were rubbing their crotches while looking at me, and not even trying to hide it. Chandu seemed torn between his role as our host, and his lust for my ass, but he wasn’t forward with me like I heard Indian men could be.I’m five feet and eight inches tall, weigh one hundred and nineteen pounds, and although my breasts are only 34As, they are perfectly shaped and firm, and my nipples are visible through my blouses and t-shirts, since I don’t wear a bra.. At least the water was clear - better than that mucky shit in the river. Bob's zone was the farthest out from the suspected area and he had made 5 passes before he decided to go deeper. He was at 30 feet and had made two passes when he looked up. What he saw almost made him gasp. It was nothing less than a vision - an angelic vision. The sun was directly overhead and the clearness of the water allowed him to see her surrounded in light. She was facing the surface suspended in the water,. There would be no soft, gentle entries into any of her eager and wanton openings. Every entry into her soft yielding body would be powerful and with blatant disregard for anything but our mutual pleasure. She had not yet told me but I knew she was ready for me to take her both powerfully and roughly. I knew she did not want me to hit her or physically cause her other than sexually, but she did want me to use her as my whore and my slut. To be gentle and tender with her were not in my thoughts.