But I should not complain. The air was so filled with beautiful flower aroma. I’d be damned if I was going to give up on paradise, however, and all ...hese new things I had to learn while hitting the ground running.There were BIG cock roaches and other giant bugs plus the pidgin English requiring a close ear, work, learning in order to sound local. I had to learn how to use, wear, Flip Flops, sandals, Go Aheads that hurt between your big toe and the next. Didn’t understand those but everybody. Only a man could ever provide me with such a hot, carnal and slightly fetishistical type of pleasure. In fact, it took two humpy guys to shoot those massive loads over me like that. But a lot has changed since I was eighteen, except one thing. There’s still days when I’m stopped in whatever I’m doing for feeling the heated rush to be a cum pig again. What I wouldn’t do for the chance…. I guess you could say he’s attractive. In that hard, rugged and bearish sense of being a man. Five foot ten,. I conjured up all kinds of ways to make her pay for what she’d done. I kept those thoughts to myself though.I had three little girls, and they were very important to me. It wasn’t that cold out, but I brought in some chunks of firewood and started a fire in the old fireplace. The five of us all sat around it. Sarah, Emily, and I toasted marshmallows and made s’mores for the younger ones. Emma complained that she was old enough to toast too so I wrapped her in my arms and held the fork while she. She lifted her tight shirt straight up over her head and threw it into her room somewhere exposing her even tighter sports bra, I latched my hands onto her firm ass and started kissing her toned midriff. She let out little sexy whimpers of anticipation as I unzipped her jeans and pulled them down, my eyes refocused on her crotch expecting to have some kind of underwear to remove next but there were none, just the clean shaven, visibly wet pussy of one of my best friends. I felt as if all the.