The camels plodded along. They often would take bites of the prickly acacia bushes we passed. When they did, something acrid filled the air. The plant... smelled wholly unappealing, not something I’d ever want to eat.They weren’t the only plants. Prickly things with wide, paddle-like branches covered in spines dotted the area. Others were squat pillars that bristled. Cacti, Mother called them. She claimed they had fruit in the right season and you could even get water from them.“You just had to. She looked around and saw a small cup next to the sink. She’d had the tools for the back-up turkey baster plan in case she couldn’t convince Tom to go through with it, or was it to convince Mark of her intentions? She placed the cup below her oozing pussy and drip after drip of collected into the bottom of it. Hell, how much had Tom put into her? When the flow coming out of her finally slowed, she tipped the contents into the toilet and put the cup in the trash for Mark to find in case he went. "I can see that you've got a lot to carry. This morning,somebody brought a lot of donated things in a small suitcase withwheels. It's in good condition. I could let you have it for a couple ofpounds. My first thought was "Oh, that will be useful!". Then Irealised that I had been addressed as a female by a woman in a shop. Ifelt a little tingle of excitement in the end of my cock. In that malepart of me hidden under my skirt and enclosed in soft feminineunderwear. It was at the same time both. Eventually the sphincter gave way to allow his cock deep into her bowels fucking her sh*tbox furiously. The pain gave way to pleasure and by the time the second cock pushed it's way in, she was actually enjoying the initial pain which gave way to a huge anal orgasm that shook her whole body. The guys continued to violate and abuse Kerry's cunt and asshole for the next two hours.She felt like she had died and gone to heaven with wave after wave of cunt and anal orgasms. Finally exhausted, she.