I felt her hand around my arse and her fingers probing my hole.I couldn't hear Rob, but I could feel the weight of the bed shifting with one of them m...ving on it. Clare stopped sucking my cock and I could feel one of them positioned near my exposed arse. “If you liked the dildo...” Clare said. A few seconds passed as I felt rubbing around my asshole before I realised what was happening. Rob was starting to push his big cock into me. I'd seen it up close as it had done it's best to destroy. Her sex experiences were limited, always being relatively mild unless she had been drinking. Charlotte would always get a bit crazy after a few drinks, guess that plays into the guys advantages. She would give head, but hated cum so she never enjoyed it. When the occasioned called she could deepthroat a good 8 inches. Her ass had been fingered a couple times but she refused to go any further.We were drunk in her bed one night when she brought up her fantasy of having a threesome. My mind worked. I headed for the high ground. It turned out to be an island in the middle of the swamp and that’s where I discovered Madame Rue. She was a towering figure, who wore a red dress made of burlap, and her face was covered by a blue veil.She saw my worried look and told me the bounty hunters wouldn’t dare intrude on her island. We moved toward a little village of homemade dwellings and stood beside the campfire that lit the night.She explained that the people who lived there were all escaped slaves. But my disappointment was soon forgotten as I watched Karen in the kitchen. Karen was blonde, tall, and her bust was already swelling as a result of her pregnancy, while her tummy was still flat. She was wearing a matching pink tee-shirt and mini-skirt, the latter barely covering her lovely rounded ass, while the tee-shirt was struggling to cope with her bigger bust.Karen took the tea tray into the lounge, set it on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa. I sat next to her, and we drank.