“Mmmm, maybe!” she groaned.She jumped off of the washing machine, with a small intake of breath - damn she was sexy. Without saying anything she w...lked towards the sink. Then she turned around, looked back at me and called me over using her finger.She had her back to me, and not having an answer to my question, I thought she wanted me inside her cunt from behind. My cock pushed deep into her pussy, my tip touching her cervix. But she moaned in disapproval and used her hand to pull me out.“Not. Itwould be cold at night, it might rain, they needed footwear, sandals orboots, clothing, cloaks to make a tent with, something to make a fire,compasses, would they work here? he could improvise something maybe...As he pulled a mostly clean man?s tunic over his head and down past histitties ? I wish I still had that fur bikini thing -- he was distractedby the crying and begging of the slaves, the females the monster hadunaccountably left unharmed during its rampage. Most of them werekneeling. She grabbed on to my head tightly, shoved her hairy cunt on my face and pumped her hips faster and faster, all the while moaning and talking Indian. Finally, she orgasmed as she let out a long loud moan and locked her hairy hot cunt on my mouth. I could feel her pussy cream running out of her and her cunt rhymically contracting. As her orgasm slowly ebbed away. I pulled my face out, she looked at me with a face that said she had unloaded many months of pent up sexual desire. I looked at her. Fortunately, Jeanine had her third orgasm. It was probably more a result of the anal play than fucking her. And it was less intense, although just as loud as her first two orgasms. I did not give her much of an opportunity to enjoy the pleasure of her orgasm. I was already beyond the point of no return. If I didn’t act quickly, I was going to cum all over Jeanine’s back. I flipped her over, grabbed a clump of hair, held her head up and quickly told her to close her eyes. I exploded with.