Hands are touching her everywhere. Soft, delicate hands rough callused hands, and large strong hands. She no longer knows whose belongs to who's excep... that it feels good to her.Then it happens, someone is between her outstretched legs and sucking on her pussy. She can not tell who it is and starts to not really care. She lets her body fall into the spell of pure sex. A cock then appears in front of her face and she gladly takes it into her mouth. She guides the long thin cock to her lips and. It seemed like days, but inreality it was only two hours. Two long, cringe-inducing hours.The girls finally tired of their makeup and showed them off to oneanother. Each giggled as they saw the masculine men reduced to whiningbabies as they complained about itchy cheeks and eye pokes. It was atough go for all of them, but the alternative was a group of cryingbanshees who would surely tell their wives that they were being mean tothem for refusing.The girls did their best but they looked like. The moment seemed to be frozen in time. He heard a quiet moan and realised it had come from him. Laura looked towards him so see what was wrong and he hurriedly glanced away from her chest and looked once more at the computer. His cock was rock hard in his pants and uncomfortably constricted in its current position."Jamie, what's wrong? Don't you know the answers to these problems?" Laura asked innocently."Um, yeh. They're pretty basic sis, I'm surprised you can't answer these without help," he. Then - shit! - I hit a clearing. No briars, no rocks, no trees - just smooth, level, hard-packed dirt.On the plus side, it flushed the stalker out of hiding, too, and I had no freaking clue where he’d been all this time! He was an average-looking guy in running gear, reddish-brown hair with maybe a three-day growth of stubble. His tanned face wore a sly grin as he pulled even with me. Dammit, he didn’t even look winded!I slowed to a trot. Let him think I was running out of steam. “Why are you.