The next couple of hours had my head whizzing with all sorts of thoughts, pondering whether to go or not, heart beating so hard and butterflies in my ...tomach, I ended up going for a few drinks and a few more, so by the time got to 9.30 the brave juice and dirty mind had taken over and I headed to Simons.As I got there before 10 I stood outside the door trying to pluck up the courage to knock, as I was about to bottle it and walk away the door opened, I then saw one of the horniest sights I have. “Sansa’s work is as pretty as she is,” Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. “She has such fine, delicate hands.” When Lady Catelyn had asked about Arya, the septa had sniffed. “Arya has the hands of a blacksmith.”Arya glanced furtively across the room, worried that Septa Mordane might have read her thoughts. Arya was staring at Princess Myrcella, with all admiration and awe. Arya wanted to talk to her but she was shy after Septa Mordane scolded her in front of them all.“What are you. When it got too hot, Ana suggested we could take a quick dip in the sea to cool off. After that, her tight bath suit became even more transparent.It was obvious that the other men, black or white, were noticing all this also and Ana’s body was having up all the attention there.Some of the native black guys were not staying at our resort; so when the sun went down on the horizon, my sexy wife invited them up to our room for drinks and to shower.Ana went into shower first and late the three black. She couldn't muster the energy to even care. She fell asleep again.--- Hands were lifting her, she heard voices but couldn't make out what they were saying. Something was covering her head. They were wrapping her up in sometime. A carpet? She felt herself lifted, she was moving. Someone shoved something deep into her cunt. The voices laughed. He pushed it in deep and left it there, hanging out of her like a tail. She fell asleep again.--- When Daisy woke the next time, she had a cock down her.