He was looking forward to getting some of that action!The remaining two men flipped Barbara over onto her hands and knees so that they could properly ...pit-roast her. As the one entered her well used snatch from behind, the other one shoved his cock into her mouth and started thrusting in and out, obviously preferring to fuck her face over getting a blow job. Only one other time had a man done this to her. She hated it then and she hated it now. It was uncomfortable and degrading, but she really. Holding onto my legs tightly, I tried to warm myself up from the cold as I waited, but nothing seemed to be working. I almost felt about climbing down and going inside, where I at least knew it was warm. “Marco.” I jumped slightly as I heard Henry’s voice. Opening my eyes, I noticed that he was standing directly at the door of the treehouse. I had not even heard him make his way up the stairs, even though they were known to squeak when you stepped on them. “Polo.” I said with a forced smile.. She had three orgasms.We went downstairs. It was 7:30 am. Sunday at the Café was different. A light breakfast, limited menu was available for takeout. And the family with a few close friends would eat together before going to church. I was dressed in my light khakis and Michelle was in the normal light rap around dress women wore. The fabric was so light a man’s eye’s could easily see the body outline. Crissy had two local ladies who would do most of the cleaning and lanudry. As Michelle and I. And winked... and then asked How abt her highness? She replied, I like it hard and strong and looked mischeviously at me.. I had an instant hard on with her reply. I asked again, naughtily taking the double meaning talks forward, Why is it Namarata, that Men like soft n smooth and Women like hard and strong...ummm.. I mean coffee...She said, Well bcoz women are already soft n smooth and like the opposite.. Isn’t it. ..I could not stop from replying back... Well thats true, you seem to be soft.