It is only an invitation, she tells herself. There is never any force here, never any coercion. She is always free to do exactly whatever she wants to...do. Every night, she has the choice to leave…or more accurately, every night, she has the temptation to return. She has managed to resist temptation for three nights now, the longest she’s ever been able to refrain from returning since she first came here a month ago, but her reserves of willpower have finally given out. She marvels at how. After the initial shock and strain, Geraint slowly began spearing into my moist manhole. Geraint was the complete opposite of Forsie. He rocked to and fro at a leisurely pace, and soon commenced caressing my arse and back. It felt awesome and I was really beginning to enjoy my session with him. I couldn’t believe that after my reluctance to this fishing trip, things were working out so well.What further heightened my pleasure is the way he uttered “Aaah” in a horny growl, each time he thrust. Her entire body, but especially her pussy, was throbbing wildly, and there was a thick fuzziness in her head, accompanied by buzzing as every sound around her seemed much closer, and much more intense, for some reason. The crickets outside sounded like they had set up in her bedroom with enough amplifiers for the hardest rock band you could imagine. Sam moaned in her sleep, and stirred, which got Kaceys attention just in time. Holding her breath, she launched herself off Sams ankles and to her. He allowed her knees to touch the hardwood floor. Her eyes still locked into his. He reached for her hand. “Stand and remove your robe,” he instructed. She had to restrain herself. She wanted to be naked with him. She wanted him naked. She wanted him to ravish her, like she knew he could. Her hands wanted to rip the robe off, but she had control. She slowly untied the belt, opened the robe and let it fall to the floor. He looked at her with no expression. “Hang the robe on the back of that.