Some of the older women invited their partners to couple them from the rear as they watched the spectacle and the sight of so many submerged fucking t...osomes made it look like some ritualistic exercise routine in a class for perfecting the shape of the female ass.It seemed to Patti that the lifeguard was able to stretch her sphincter more easily under the water and she wondered if it had anything to do with the difference in pressure. The fact that everyone was stark naked made the coupling. Perhaps he would see how far she would be willing to ‘convince’ him. “I bet you would be willing to do anything to help your father, wouldn’t you, dear?” He smiled at her, a hint of mischief in his tone.Blanche’s thoughts wandered for a minute, and she hoped he was not suggesting she would have to kill someone for him. “Yes,” she replied hesitantly.“Good,” Duncan said, matter-of-factly. “I am going to need some type of collateral.”Blanche was puzzled. Looking at him quizzically, she stated,. As if a bolt of electricity shot from her nipples to her pussy, her pussy grips me even harder.Melody leaned forward so her breasts are resting on my chest. She kisses me softly and she unexpectedly, nibbles on my lower lip. In a husky voice she says “harder. Squeeze them harder. Please.” I don’t disappoint and I take her nipples and squeeze her nipples between my thumb and index finger. She moans louder and so I twist them and her pussy reacts with a squeeze of my cock. I release her. Scratched in deeply driven bites at exposed flesh. Splicing open skin in any brush along the thin path. Shielding the burning sun in flickers from tall reaching branches. Driving thorns into flesh like needles then knife sliced away as passing. The Ghost Horse’s whinny from red blood trails over smoke white. The twists and turns into the maze of pricking vine was engulfing. ‘Whack,’ the sharp pain of steel drove to bone in Rajar’s left shoulder. Horse to horse rares with Black leather steel.