Then I felt her hand on my hard cock and this time she gave it a squeeze. I heard her breathing in the intercom and it was laboured and she said "Nice...hard-on" You want to see and feel more I asked. Damn right she said/ Find somewhere to pull over. We live in a coastal area with woods, trees and forests all around us. I pulled off the road to a nice we secluded spot. I switched off the engine and pulled the bike up on its stand and sitting on the saddle she pulled out my cock.Bending forward. I could ... go to my... I shoved my hand into the crotch of my dress, pressing the cloth into my pussy as I rubbed myself. My snatch sent pleasure rippling through me. I groaned, sucking in deep breaths as my clit absorbed the feel of my rubbing fingers.I needed to focus here.“Oh, Shevoin!” purred Greta, grabbing the mage’s cock. “Ooh, you’re so eager to help out my poor pussy.”“So eager,” he panted, almost breathless as she slid up and down his dick. It was such a lacking specimen compared to. Their tone became somewhat harsher, referring to me as “Slut” Whore” and many other choice phrases. We chatted for a further ten minutes, which involved the guys telling me in great detail what they were going to do to me, which resulted in me subserviently agreeing to all of their outrageous demands. Eventually, after I posted a few more photos of me in various stages of undress, we swapped email addresses to arrange my first slut fuck session on the Saturday night, which would take place in a. Only later was it lengthened, as you shall learn. Chuck saw this extraordinarily marvelous swirling of contrasting females, yet a set, a salt and pepper pair. Their piece was a symbiotic vortex of ying and yearning, a twirling of yang and young women. Twisting, swaying, they mirrored then counter-moved, they floated and flowed, whirling around one another while they themselves spun; they were blossoming flowers and falling leaves and willows in the wind. They were wonderful.And there the story.