“Oooooohhhh.”Andrew licks my slit form bottom to top in slow, long strokes. On every pass, his tongue goes a little deeper between my swollen pink...folds. I hear him inhale, “Mmmm, I love your scent, Julia.”I feel a finger push into the opening to my honey pot as Andrew wraps his lips around my clit. His finger is buried up to the third knuckle while his tongue swirls around my clit.I feel his finger move in and out of my pussy, going faster as he sucks my clit.“Faster, Harder!” I scream out, my. She leaned over and whispered to me "Time for my fine dining. I'm so hungry." She set slow kisses on the top of my breast, down to the inside of my thighs. When her tongue hit my clit I almost screamed. She was the best pussy eater I'd ever met, even to this day I've never had better head than she gave. She ate me like she was eating her last meal. I exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed every last drop of my cum. She got up, wiped her mouth and whispered "Your turn."This was it, my first. We shuffled into the cubicle, he closed and locked the door. I released my belt and let my trousers fall to the ground, standing with legs apart either side of the pan. He knelt down in front of me, pulled back my foreskin and swallowed my cock to the root. I could feel the back of his throat tickling my now sensitive cock head. Looking down I watched his head move back and forth as he sucked me hard as a rock. My hips started to thrust involuntarily, I was in cottage heaven.He stopped sucking,. After so many weeks on the trail, he was seized with a sudden desire, almost a yearning, to be with people once again.Frank caught up to the wagon train around sunset late that evening. For safety, he could see the wagons had been placed in a huge circle. Seeing two of the wagons were further apart than the others, he slowed his horse and rode in through the opening between the two wagons. Once inside the circle of prairie schooners and Conestoga wagons, he could see men with rifles had been.