The cabin is supplied with everything we need, food, drink, warmth, a calm atmosphere, serenaded by romantic music. We will have a night filled with l...st and desire darling.”Kountrygal is the first to arrive. The cabin is a romantic sensuous setting with a roaring fire, a bearskin rug, and a fur covered round bed. After putting her things away, she strips. She tingles at the thought of the rugs softness against her bare skin. She then walks over to the bar, and gets an ice bucket, fine wine. Amy was getting fed up. She wanted to run out of there and go back to her hotel room where she could masturbate with thoughts of John. "Whatever, like I said I'm out of here."She walked towards the door and just as she opened it, John was passing by. She had opened the door hard making John drop his guitar."Ah shit!" John groaned.Amy felt her heart racing. "Oh sorry." Sorry? Is that all you have to say? I think you broke my guitar!" John yelled.Amy felt her blood boiling. "It wouldn't have. Then she dived back onto my swollen flesh, licking everywhere and sucking, nibbling and licking again. As nice as it felt, though, the urge to come in her mouth again never resurfaced. Kylie and Shawn had shifted positions. She was riding him in the classic cowgirl form. Her red hair tossed around as she bounded on him, grunting and groaning. His hands mauled her breasts and his hips rose to meet each of her thrusts. When Jeanine was close to her next orgasm, she spun around unexpectedly.. ’ Jamie’s interjecting just the right amount of mystery into our conversation definitely had my interest. ‘Tom, you remember that our prosthetic phallus started out first as little more than a glorified strapless dildo that would feel unusually natural to both the wearer and his or her partner. Particularly when worn by a woman, its features contoured to her mound to put pressure on her specific sexual arousal points. It did give the wearer some pleasure, but it was really still little more.