It was so delicious I wondered if the truth was the latter."Are you ready for today, Uncle Mike?" Kristy asked."I guess so," I replied. Time to kill o...e more camping day which meant I was one day closer to going home."Good. It's going to be fun."Uh-oh! It sounded like she referred to something specific."What's going to be fun?" I asked. I didn't really want to know but I had a feeling it was in my best interest to find out."The hike." Hike?" I'm sorry," interjected Nick. "I forgot to tell you.I. He bites into my shoulder again and it hurts like hell. The skin tears a little, it’s too hard. “Aaaaaagh fuck! Stop!” I think I can see blood. I think I’m bleeding. “Shaun! Fucking hell!” He releases his arms around me for long enough for me to push him away. He’s still thrusting his cock into my ass, it feels so fucking good. But... There’s a look of anger in his eyes. I’m in serious shit now. I curl my hand into a ball and give the thumbs down. He stops thrusting, the change of pace really. Nothing says cumslut like a good plate licking. The sound of Gina's very loud -very wet-hand job- drolling spitting filled the cabin as we all tried to get a good view. Gina began stroking his balls with her free hand and that did it. A good squirt of sperm splattered the plate which husband expertly positioned to catch it all. As the second squirt hit, along with a squeal of joy from Gina, I wondered how many times her husband had caught sperm on a plate from one of his wifes bulls. Its a. Bill pushed his bowl away and sighed. "Hot food is a wonderful thing." His eyes twinkled mischievously as he looked at Polina. "I have to wonder, though. Why does a being created by the belief of others need to eat? Can't you survive on faith alone?"Polina smiled. At last, one with a brain! "Ah, but you forget something, young one. Creatures such as we are created and defined by faith. So if those who believe in us picture us as beings who need to eat to survive, then we do." She sighed. "Faith.