He didn't mind, he was only concerned with pounding me through the bed. As Jay continued to fuck me well, I heard the truck pull up.While starting to ...low down, Jay raised up and looked out the window, "Speaking of what's his face, he's here. What should we do?"I quickly responded, "What we should do, is nothing, and you keep fucking me like you're doing." You got it babe!" Jay affirmed as his hips sped back up to overdrive.Just then, at the screen door on the RV, appeared the shadow of Tim. I hoped she’d slap his face, cuss him out and tell him to hit the road. Inside my brain, a niggling voice said, “She’ll let him do what he wants, out of fear if nothing else.”Vacuuming the hall, I barely heard the door open and close. Looking up, I saw my husband standing there, he looked sad, a sadness that gave him a forlorn, lost expression. Next to him stood a Marine in his navy-blue uniform. A striking, man with dark skin, the brownest eyes, and a muscled frame that his dress blues. Soon the pleasure building at your core is creeping up to your brain, and you wrap your legs around one of his to lock you tighter together. He must be feeling it too, as his moans rise in volume and he thrusts deeper than ever. It’s a sudden bit of pain but _oh yes_ it feels so good, and you shake underneath him and cry out with your orgasm. There must be something about how you look when you lose control that he likes, because it isn’t long before he’s screaming your name and releasing inside. Her panting grew louder and she called out to Michelle. “Oh, Michelle. I’m cumming. I’m cumming”. Both girls shook and moaned, locked in combined, intense climaxes. As their orgasms subsided Michelle and Tina began to relax, their bodies still pressed together, the light from the laptop screen illuminating the thin film of perspiration which covered their skin. Tina’s mouth was still buried in the dent in Michelle’s neck. “Are you okay?” She asked. Michelle remained silent, her head still.