He could hear them all talking but he could only distinguish his wife and Devin’s voice...“Those are mouth watering melons you got bitch”“Dat ...ss!”“Man you got to fuck her hard Bro” “Make her scream Bro”.John had reached his wheelchair at the top of the stairs and wheeled himself to outside their room. He could hear them better now. “Your husband is outside bitch! better not let him hear you moan with pleasure” said Devin. “Yeah Bitch try to contain yourself!” said a witness. John looked. The evening meal was delicious and he was starting to feelcomfortable talking to the women. After supper he asked Trudy forhis keys so he could go home. She told him don't be ridiculous,that he might as well stay until Sunday. When he asked her wherehis clothes were she told him they were in the bedroom. She toldhim there was a different dress for every day they would be there. At bedtime he was in with Trudy. She gave him a fancy nightgownto wear. It was more lacy and feminine than any she. "I had cut a bunch of large branches and found some fallen trees and put them between four other trees. The result was a small hut with a three-sided wall and a lost tarp that I had used as a roof. Some dead leaves had made up the floor, and our bags made up the pillows. "Too small?" I asked. "I thought I could…" No!" Liz said, shaking her head. "This is the best thing I have slept in out here, ever."I felt proud of myself. Liz had found some berries and what looked like bugs of some sort. I. Sliding my finger in and out, my shoulders relax, and I release a single sigh. I want to test her and insert a second finger. She is tight but stretches for me, wanting to be completely filled. My fingers explore inside her now, wanting to feel every inch. I find a particularly arousing spot inside and give it extra attention. My, she feels go good! I smile at her in the mirror and at myself too - pleased by my bravery today. I know Pussy holds a hot spot - my clit. I need to find her. While my.