The smells of sex penetrated the air.The sight of her was enough to make me start getting hard again. She eventually slid around to a seated position ...nd I sat on the towel next to her. I could feel the cool air on my softening cock as some of the moisture on it evaporated. I looked her over and saw the cum running down her torso and into her little spot of pubic hair. She was a beautiful mess. The towel was wet. As I came down from the orgasmic high, I felt a little embarrassed again. I looked. Taryn had worked up quite an appetite butchering the girl, and her mouth watered for taste of her bar-b-qued meat. Before she could enjoy lunch, however, she needed to clean up - blood from the butchering was smeared all over her arms and body. She could also use a chance to release the sexual energy she had built up as she took the dead girl apart. The picnic camp had no showers, and only a line of porta-johns for restrooms, enclosed by a screen for aesthetic purposes. Taryn didn't want to. She moaned while squirting every drop of her juice in my mouth and at my face. I tried to swallow it but it was too much for me. My wife came forward and licked Resham’s cum from my mouth and lips. My wife then took Resham’s penis in her mouth and licked it until it became limp and again hardened like a rod.After some times, we changed our positions. My wife was at her back facing up with her legs wide open and I was at my knees sitting between her legs and eating and exploring her wet pussy. I. It was exhilarating to have this much control over someone.I revelled in the control as I began to wash her breasts. I did them one at a time, and washed them with slow and delicate care. First a light coat of soap, just enough to make her gasp with the sensation of my hands. Then I would rub for a minute, eliciting more gasps and moans. I finished both with a very light squeeze of her nipples, which caused her to close her eyes in pleasure. She was panting when I finished.“There, now you’re.