But it was a beautiful Sunday evening so I thought, why not!I’d been walking for some 15 minutes deep into the forest, when I noticed a 4x4 car and ... tent attached to it, I didn’t think too much of it, but as circled around it I could hear some deep groans and aggressive and threatening language, I could hear a woman’s voice screaming … “You dirty bastards, your fucking sending me crazy … don’t shove that barrel’s up my cunt! … Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh … you dirty fucking perverts! … Please rotate it. She was that kind of fun-loving girl whom every man wants in his bedroom. She was happy back then, and so was I. In those first years the only failure I could say that I had was the inability to make my wife laugh. Perhaps I am not particularly funny although most of my male friends laugh at my jokes.Although we were insanely happy and deeply in love. I could never make Louise laugh. That bothered me, but we were a young couple in the heat of marital passion. However, things change, slowly at. She had wanted this to be special. She had been worried that having only done this with one other girl would have made her clumsy and awkward with Heather. Instead, it was turning out just as she wanted.She poked a finger at Heather's entrance, teasing it inside her. Heather moaned and trembled. Diane pressed her lips to Heather's clit and sucked lightly as first one finger, then two, slipped into Heather's slick tunnel."Uhhn! ... oh God ... yeah..."Heather was rising steadily. Diane moaned. Guthards were a warrior race of reptilian nature. Large muscled and scaled bodies, taloned fingers, broad foreheads, pointed ears laid flat against the side of their heads. They dressed simply, wearing only loincloths. When they reached manhood, the males shaved their heads bald with the exception of a single braided stalk of hair in the center of the back of their heads. The braids and hair bands denoted their respective tribes, as well as rank and honors achieved.Guthards lived in tribal or.