Was that before or after he had whipped her? When Ana was getting punished, was he fucking her pussy, too? Was that bastard enjoying a deep fuck in he... asshole as he whipped her? Had she screamed loud in pain or pleasure? Too many questions really; she seemed trying not to answer for some reason."Anita, I cannot find the keys," I said, walking towards her. "Are you OK?" I'm OK, dear, don`t worry" she mumbled."May be I could break the table."I knelt there. Now her firm ass was under my nose. May. We were walking back up the trail, heading for the exit, when I heard a noise. I shushed Kent and we crept a bit further up the path, when I spotted them. That long-haired girl looked at her boyfriend, smiled, and then turned around and pulled her jeans right down to her knees! She knelt down on this fallen tree trunk, turned her head back and said something I couldn’t quite make out to the tall guy, who pulled down his pants, moved up behind her, and pushed himself inside her with one steady. Joanna placed her hands on my hips and pulled me towards her; she kissed my rod and took it in her mouth and started sucking and slurping… she had her hands now on my ass cheeks and rocked me back on forwards; Joanna took my cock complete and I felt her gagging throat… so hot…. good I had a satisfying cock work-out in the morning with a heavy cum blast…at least I would not blow so soon with hot Joanna… I pulled my cock and moved on my knees; I placed my hands on her buttocks and pulled her. Our petting session ended abruptly when the couple we were with got into a disagreement and we went home early. On Saturday morning Patsy’s former boyfriend paid me a visit to gave me a forceful warning to stay away from, ‘his girl.’ Marcie saved me from taking a beating. For me, that was the end of Patsy King. My small world had crumbled. All I had left were the memory of Mrs. P turning from her position on the coverlet as she mouthed, ‘fuck me,’ and the lingering smell of Patsy’s dried juices.