I became an amusement park ride; I took them between my thighs one after another and let them use my womanhood. They were mostly fat, old men who were...just happy to have a natural, free sexual outlet. Some of them were younger and tried to either impress me or make the most out of the situation by hogging my pussy for a marathon fuck. One guy just liked to rub his dick on my thigh as I was being serviced.There was this one man, though, with a short penis that had a huge cock-head like a big. "Lick my pussy," she panted, "and stroke my clit."His tongue was there before she finished the sentence, rimming the pink pucker between her soft, round cheeks with tender flicks of his tongue. Usually her wasn't too keen on performing such a lewd act, but as she was so clean he ate her out willingly, licking round and round in ever decreasing circles until she opened up under his lips. He squeezed the hard tip of her clit and rubbed it with his thumb, kissing her hot hole with increasing. .I am beautiful..I am beautiful CHRISTMAS. Believe me I am a bitch. After a few minutes, I relaxed my sister's pussy, and pulled out, lying on the bed, and resting for a moment. I didn't know what was going on but when I opened my eyes, Mansi didi was on top of me with my shaft in her pussy and she jumped on it. And with each jump, her breasts bounce back. I pulled out my cell phone, opened the camera and started recording this beautiful sex scene in memory but my sister pulled the cell. Neither man tried to explain the technology behind it. For the rest of the winter their days consisted of a few chores, some small repairs, talking, and sometimes watching television. One evening there was a show on The History Channel that depicted a group of modern day people recreating the travels of a wagon train. Jim watched for about thirty minutes and started laughing. ‘If people had done what that group did, they’d never have made it,’ Jim said. ‘They’d have all died on the trail or.