But he just kept adding fingers by the minute. I felt an orgasm coming and I moaned so loud. "oh Okey that feels so good."Soon he said "I'm going to p...t my fist in your wet pussy. I'm going to fist fuck you so you better get ready." I started to squirm away but he caught me and shoved his fist in me, that did it. my cum squirted out onto his fist. "GOD I'M CUMMING Okey" he licked my juices off as I laid there. As I recovered from the orgasm he said "wow Onyi, I didn't know you were a squirter.. I found Mr. Mendoza underneath a freight wagon, working on an axle. I asked how long it would take for the river to go down from last night’s rain. He replied as he worked, that it would be down to normal by first light tomorrow morning, unless we got more rain up in the mountains. I’d been wondering so I asked him if the river floods were flash floods or more of a gentle flooding. He came out from under the wagon, scratched his head for a minute, and then told me that it was little bit of. ‘Bonsoir,’ he replied, a near-perfect accent on his French. ‘Ca va, Jean?’ ‘It’s going amazingly well,’ Jean retorted in English, hooking his arm through Aidan’s as he led him to toward the back of the house. ‘A few more people than were on the guest list but,’ he gave his classic Gallic shrug, ‘that just makes it more interesting, no?’ ‘Hmm,’ Aidan replied noncommittally. They were passing through the great room where a fired burned unheeded in the corner and a few dozen beautifully dressed. When Saturday afternoon came, we returned to our room to get ready. Eileen showered and changed into a new dress she had bought that day. It was shorter than her other dresses, and had a plunging neckline that showed her ample breasts, enhanced by a sexy lace push up bra. She looked as sexy as I had ever seen her, and I made a remark to that effect. Eileen winked and replied with the famous tagline “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”. We met up with Byron a short time later. He was well into.