I came so much that night, it was like never ending. Each time I shot my wad into her it was nothing more than "mmmm mmm" from her. That was the first...and only time for her. In the morning with her huge hang over and after I forced two aspirin down her as I assisted her to the bathroom, all she could say was, "Omg, what did I do last night?" Well you got drunk and we had sex. She likes the word sex better than saying "we fucked". "Anything else?" No we just had sex. She reached up to my face,. Your body quivers at my touch, even while you are asleep. If you show this much promise while tied over my saddle, you should be quite the hot vixen in my bedroll tonight.’ Dara groaned in resignation. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Although this fire seemed a bit more…intriguing…than Bruno or Olaf ever hoped to be. Trying unsuccessfully to keep his deliciously probing fingers at the back of her mind, she craned her neck to try to see her captor’s face. Dara pleaded, ‘Please sir, if. Again, despite the fact she knew she should expect this kind of treatment, it still surprised her. And in a good way. John came in and they began to make small talk, but now Kate was becoming overwhelmed. She pulled john to her and kissed him. At first the kisses were gentle, then became more forceful. Their tongues were intertwined and he had her tight in his arms. She loved how she felt in her arms, it was as if she could completely let herself go. And tonight she would. John could be. "Oh god fuck me." She moaned into her friend's pussy. I probably shouldn't have, I mean in the middle of a store I had a contract with wasn't exactly smart, but at that moment I was thinking with my southern head instead of the one on my shoulders. I stepped directly behind her, grabbed my throbbing shaft and rubbed my head up and down between her wet lips. "Oh god." I groaned as the wetness of her lips caressed my head, her soft tender opening beckoning for me to push into her. I pushed my.