” The disembodied Arabella sounded genuinely irritated now, like she’d only been assuming it before. “Look, idiot, do you know anything about th...s girl? You really think she needs me to tell her what to do?”“God, you fucker.” Daniella joined in the tirade, her anger and hurt fully apparent now. “You fucking … patronising … fucker! I should stuff your own dirty underpants in your mouth and leave you there the rest of the bloody weekend!”“Do it,” Arabella encouraged, and Eric was actually. I kissed her hard and opened the zip all the way, when her sloppy, milky breasts were completely exposed. I started massaging her breast with one hand, while the other tried to pull down the jeans. She, without hesitation, pulled down her jeans and I started playing with her vulva. I told her openly that I am not so fond of straight sex, but lover oral one. To my shock, she told me that she knew it from my wife and was very hungry to eat me out.We went into her bedroom. She requested me to eat. She kept her eyes locked on his the entire time.She then got to his already growing member, she started to stroke him slowly, squeezing his big fat cock in her hand. His cock kept swelling thicker and thicker and she worked his head into her mouth. I watched as her breathing got more rapid along with that of Luke's. His cock was now fully erect, while it was around 9 - 10" long, it was even thicker than Tre's. Traci now was using both of her hands to stroke him since she couldn't even get close. I shut the nozzle and stood back. I like wearing sarongs at Burningman-they're simple, they're cheap, they're cool in hot weather. The absence of pockets drives me crazy, though. I had no idea what to do with my hands, and crossed my arms self- consciously.Tanya poured a little peppermint liquid soap into her palm and covered herself with suds. She arched her neck one way and then the other as she ran her hands over it. Her plump breasts shook as she soaped them. She streaked her flat belly.