Perhaps nineteen or twenty years old?“Does the thought of us sharing a young girl, perhaps nineteen or twenty years old appeal to you baby?“It has...huge appeal for me. Just the the thought of it has me close to cumming. Very close.“I don’t think a girl that age would ever have had a cock as big as yours.“We could take it in turns pleasuring her with our tongues while the other tongue kissed her.“And she could watch us fucking,” Sarah tells me in an agitated voice, obviously close to orgasm.”“Do. ." I took my hand away. Aching to masturbate while she teased my ass. Teased and tantalized. She never left her finger directly on my asshole, just tickled me with those fingertips. Over and back, over and back. It seemed like forever. I knew she would go into me eventually but I wanted it soon. She was making me desperate. Enjoying how much she was making me need it. "Oh Lucy... please!" I pleaded. She knew how much this was making me want to be penetrated.I moved my hips up off the bed.. A moment later I know why. My cum starts gushing out of her and down our legs. This feels to good for me to stop though. I grab her hair and thrust in further as I pump yet even more cum in. Her moans of surprise turn into moans of delight as I continue to cum, and another orgasm washes over her. Her shaking is harder than a moment ago, but now her moans are whispers. I am still cumming, but give her a few rough thrusts to send her over the edge. My slave starts speaking in tongues. . My idea struck the women as something extremely important so they bent over a patch of dirt reviewing ABCs until it got dark. That night I dreamed of chalk and slate boards, teaching my ladies with images of common items, letters under the image.In the early morning I rode out to an observation platform overlooking the sea, remembering the natural white cliffs were chalk. My escorts filled a leather satchel with chunks of white chalk for me and we liberated a number of large green slate.