“Mark your territory, please ... Cum up my arse and then piss in it!” Chelsea asked me to my shock, at least with the second part ... she wanted m... to pee in her bunghole?I completely lost it, of course, spilling a load more than worthy of the name up her sweet, slick British ass. Sure enough, I felt the urge to pee. I thought, what the hell, she asked me for it, so I let loose a stream of my piss into her butt, much to her delight. Chelsea creamed herself as she felt my burning hot whizz flood. In the morning, we loaded and left for Reykjavik, Iceland. We flew into the airport and landed. It was deserted and looked to have been that way for a long time. The weather was cool but felt great. We found fuel, lots of fuel. It tested good and we started the process of refueling while I had guards set out. Robby and I took a four-wheeler and wandered into the city but saw and heard nothing. When we returned, we talked about a next step. We agreed to spend the night here. Refueling our. He kept up a gentle rhythm for a few minutes, then turned her over onto her hands and knees. Again, starting slowly and almost romantically – reaching under her and caressing her breasts, and pulling gently on her nipples – he then sped up until she was moaning non-stop and begging for release, then stopped, almost all the way out of her. This brought her to tears and she cried,"No! Please don't stop!" Fuck me back, pretty lady!"She began humping back onto his Black Cock, her butt making a. He pulled her trousers back on and buttoned her up. Leaving her sleeping. Adam headed to the basement to work. ————————————————— The next day Paul and Lana woke on the couches with major hangover. Adam, however, was in the pool doing laps as they came outside shielding their eyes. Ah good, you guys are up. Lets go into the basement. he smiled wide as he got out the pool. Argh, its so freaking bright, howd you not have a hangover bro? Paul asked. Got to hydrate Paul, H2O. And exercise. Adam.