The longer this went on the more of Cindi’s juices were being mixed with the alcohol, she was enjoying the experience with exception of the sore leg.... She had dealt with her humiliation.The meeting was to deal with several subjects, the inspection, the finances, the auction, the hunting/fishing resort in Canada, Sheila who was at the end of her contract and other minor issues. The girls were allowed to hear everything with the exception of finances and the location of the hunting /fishing. I moved up next to Brian's head and leaned over and began to kiss him. "Brian your cock is so fuckin' good" I whispered to him and went back to kissing him. This went on for several minutes until I moved off and went behind Carmen. Climbing onto the sofa, I pushed Carmen forward and with her ass up a bit more, moistened her bunt hole and shoved my cock into her and began to fuck her hard. Carmen took the cue and began to kiss Brain as we both now fucked my whore hard. For a while longer this. Through lust-glazed eyes I noticed Donnie watching in the next bed; that magnificent body exposed to my gaze, one hand gently twisting an engorged little nipple, the other hand slowly stroking her slippery slit. I didn't have time to pay attention to her. Now I only wanted Dee Dee. She was calling my name, demanding my seed. "GOD!!! Come in my, Andrew! Please. Give me your child! I want your babies! Fuck me! ANDREW!!! FUCK!! I'M THERE!!"My sperm exploded into her womb. I kept up my frantic pace. The bridge looked like it hadn't been used in fifty years but yet was in remarkably good condition.I do a pretty good job, photography wise, but Maurice couldn't help kidding me about the photographer in book and movie called 'Bridges of Madison County.' He talked about how the National Geographic photographer who seduced a lonely wife. I knew the story and while I don't look anything like Clint Eastwood, I've always wanted to shoot outdoor photography for National Geographic. He also kidded me.