.’Ray has left, my name is Lynn’ He walked over and sat beside me on the couch, I kissed him while, he began to straddle me, we made out for a wh...le, as I ran my finger along the outside of his panties, pushing them in on his tight little hole, he let out little moans with each push of my finger..Lynn/Ray stood up and helped me off with my shirt and pants, my cock was as hard as it’s ever been, Lynn began to kiss down my chest and took my cock in her mouth, I almost came right then, he knew it. While she was alive, she would be dutiful to her own sensuality and pleasures. She would explore the darkest recesses of her female brain and bring fantasy to life. What society didn't know about, didn't matter!Whenever she made her approach after the long drive, she would approach her cave with the same caution when she approached it for the first time. The reason for the slow approach wasn't just for caution, of course. The area had been safe for quite a while. Her body and her nature also. Without hesitation the girls assumed the positions I had suggested. Before Vicky went down on Becky I removed her baggy t shirt over her head. As she knelt I also pulled her panties down, she lifted her knees allowing me to pull them all the way off. We now formed a “train”, Becky laying on her back with Vicky licking her pussy, me behind Vicky licking at her pussy, her arse high in the air as she crouches her head on Becky. We could have probably formed a triangle, with Becky moving around so. She objected no longer when Hans became desperate for the kind of closeness between men and women easily found at the Gypsy camp. His manly needs were such that he could not enter into such activities with his sister Greta in the privacy of their little hut like true lovers and not siblings from the same family. He had no doubt that such coupling was not without sin and would certainly result in guilty thoughts that would plague his conscience with everlasting annoyance.Greta dusted in all the.