Omigod! What a feeling. I had played with my pussy, put my fingers inside me, and had Bob’s cock slide into my cunt. Despite the fact that Bob’s c...ck was almost as big as Dad’s, the feeling of Dad’s large member forcing its way into me was an indescribable feeling. Better than anything my pussy had experienced before. I could feel the tip of his penis bumping against my insides and although it hurt a bit, it was a really good hurt. I loved it. I begin to move slowly up and down on dad’s cock. I. As their tongues slipped into their mouths, the drip, drip, drip, of rain started, and built until it was a steady ssssssssssss. The two didn’t care, not breaking the kiss even as the down pour quickly soaked their clothes and exposed skin. Carly wrapped her arms around Trevor’s neck, smiling inside at the victory of having her prize kissing her deeply. She moaned as he roughly grabbed her breasts, squeezing them through her shirt, which was now soaked and transparent. He pulled his mouth. In and out. Slow smooth strokes at first, till her nails dug into his ass checks. He thrust harder into her. Her moans becoming louder. She was going to cum again. She was almost there. Her fingers gripped his ass harder and she pulled him deeper and harder into her. Her hips meeting his hard thrust. His moans blended with hers. His cock was ready to explode. He slammed into her again and again. They came together. Her pussy muscles gripping and sucking the cum from his cock. Their hips thrust. They can't scry me, scrying is a type of magical viewing of something, because my mother has spelled all of my camping gear against such magical tracking as a protection measure. My mother could track me off the signature of her own spells but she isn't here. My boots are spelled to mask my scent so no dangerous wild animal will come across my trail and begin hunting me. A werewolf in full wolf form could overcome the minor enchantment in the boots and follow me but the first day of the full.