She looks back up at me and get s me to sit on the edge of the bed, now rubbing my cock with her breasts, do you want to rub some cream in Linda asks....Oh, that would be hot I tell her. Linda points to the top drawer of the locker, so I open it. There is no cream only a bottle of oily lube, I drizzle some oil over her ripe breasts as she uses my cock and hands to spread the oil over her breasts. Looking down at her again that one hand is now between her legs, she has never masturbated with me. She felt every movement, every small thrust, every second of his swollen cock spreading her open. She could barely keep her eyes open as he finally filled her completely. He felt foreign inside her, too big, too deep. She just had to endure it for a few moments, then her body would adjust. It would help her through this, grow wet despite what her mind wanted. She knew this from experience. He leaned back and pulled his cock out until just the head remained inside her. He spat again, this time. So he kept careful watch on his room. He had gotten a note from his Polish lover. Her escort from the embassy had been with her. Sometimes he had joined the two of them. This time he had not. Later he would look at her note. She was still young enough that he might impregnate her. She had asked him to do it several times. He had nothing better to do.Then he saw Barbara enter his dressing room. Why was she going into his room? Everybody knew she loved that idiot Ken. If she knew what Ken had. I prayed no one would find us, for a fresh start and in a brief moment in outright despair I prayed for death, for quick release from this pitiful life. I heard the bottle bounce of the wooden floorboards as I fell into a deep sleep and began to dream of a time past………… 6 months earlier Trina and I had decided to spend summer vacation in the woods camping, relaxing and screwing each others brains out. Neither of us were really outdoorsy types and we were only really pretend camping. We had.