I love hearing their guttural groans of pleasure as I wrap my small hands around their thick, veiny shafts and begin to stroke them sensually, making ...ure to spread my warm, slick saliva all over their cocks.“I can feel your orgasm coming, my little slut,” William says as he tightens his grip around my neck. “Come hard for us. Don’t hold back.”I almost crumple to the floor as raw, potent ecstasy paralyzes my petite body. I come so hard that I actually squirt on William’s hand, which hasn’t. We made pretty good progress though.Our first planned stop was more than fifty miles west of the plateau and there was no way to make it before sunset so we stopped an hour ahead of time and made a small camp. George's dogs were with him and we were counting on them to keep a watch over things while we slept. We also laid in enough firewood to keep our fire going all night.Nothing seemed interested in us though and I was glad enough over it. We were up just before sunrise the next morning and. She asked me about different movies and then she asked me whether I have seen Murder. I said yes off course. She said she liked the intimate scenes in Murder. i got aroused . slowly I too started speaking about sex and asked her about sex life. She told me that her husband was not at all interested in sex and would hardly have sex with her. She then bluntly asked me if I could fulfill her desires. I was shell shocked but then inside me i was craving for sex she started making those sexual. The bright yellow of the birches produced a stark contrast against the brilliant blue of the sky. If only that amazing palette of colors could have lasted a little longer. Driving down my street was like flipping to the month of autumn on a calendar.Then the rains and wind came. Soon the leaves had piled up in my yard and needed to be raked. The trees had become barren and the flowers had lost most of their luster. If not for the wonder of my Angie, those few weeks would have been rather bleak.