They didn't seem to care at all if she was awake, she was just a receptacle to them now, a hole to fuck and cum in.Mid morning came and went and thing... started picking up at lunch time, meaning fresh people arrived. Lily was a mess by this time though so not everyone wanted to fuck her. She heard a couple of guys say, “This one's done, lets hose her and tie her up, she's glory hole material.” They picked her up and took her outside and literally hosed her down on the grass, then they took. "It is very clear, notwithstanding," replied the young man, with an artlessness wholly free from affectation; "tell her some fine morning an unheard-of piece of intelligence--some telegraphic despatch, of which you alone are in possession; for instance, that Henri IV. was seen yesterday at Gabrielle's. That would boom the market; she will buy heavily, and she will certainly lose when Beauchamp announces the following day, in his gazette, 'The report circulated by some usually well-informed. I speared her on my shaft and she moaned on pleasure. “Fuck MEEEE!” she yelled. I followed her orders and thrusted in and out of her. This position allowed me to hit her “G-spot” very well and this was getting her close. I was not so close though, to make up for this I fucked her even faster and harder. I felt her pussy muscles clamp down on my cock in reflex of her orgasm. Shes sent me over the edge. A roaring orgasm took control of my body as I shot my seed deep in her pussy. “That was so. I looked at her. I was feeling fresh. Her face is tranquil and serene. Her nylon green sari covered her big secrets. I could see a small portion of the stiff soft waist. It reminded me of my first experience. This excited my manhood. I sat beside her thought for a second and called her “amma…amma” At first in a low voice and then louder. Then I shook her a little bit. She didn’t respond. She was sleeping. I shook her with some force but there was no response. It didn’t come to my mind at that.