I was pouting and I had never been frustrated in such a way before. My privates were warm and I was more moist than ever. I sat up and pulled my shirt...away from my hips and began to touch myself. I opened my little lips and probed myself. I began to question how this could actually feel good. Minutes passed and then I heard Gwen’s footsteps toward my door. I fell back against my pillow as I heard Gwen pause outside my door and listen into my room. “Please show me,” I pleaded into the darkness.. “OHHHHH YEAH BABY! I”M CUMMING!!FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!” yelled Fergus as he came down into Dakota’scock. Fergus’s cock spewed out so much of cum that Dakota felt as if his ballswere about to burst. Their orgasm lasted for about a full five minutes! Afterwhich Fergus pulled out of Dakota. I expected Dakota’s cock to explode withtwice the cum, but it didn’t. Not yet at least. This time, Justin took Fergus’s place. When Justin groundhis true-giant cock down Dakota’s cock, Dakota. Not my wife. her feet where about eighteen inches apart and she was letting them all see. I looked down to see a few guys stumbling over each other to get a better look. At the top she turned and waited for me , I took her hand and we started walking. She leaned in and asked if any of those guys could see up her skirt? I told her I bet they could see out the neck of her sweater. She squeezed my hand and said it makes her hot to allow guys see up her skirt, then she said I need shoes. I knew. There is my hunting. Did you know that we hunt here, in the full hunting pink, with hounds?" No, Sir. That was an aspect of life in Kobekistan which had escaped my notice. I knew, of course, that the highest order of chivalry here is the Royal Huntsmen, but I never realised that there was a hunt." Oh, yes. A very fine sight these local dignitaries make in English hunting pink on fine horses. The only way you would know it wasn't the Quorn or some other English meet is that all the Kobekistanis.