Emma said that Samantha had the ability to turn any conversation they might be having toward the subject of sex. In fact, sex was all she ever talked ...bout but Emma didn't mind as she found Samantha highly amusing and loved hearing her make lewd comments about the men they worked with and hearing in great detail about what she and Mark had got up to the night before. Emma also told me that whenever Samantha started a conversation with the words "Before i met my Mark" you could guarantee that by. But somehow, I held on, thrusting myself hard into her heat, the smell of animal lust like a drug in my brain ... her body humped against me in perfect response, now and then urging me a little quicker in what I guess must have been her own pleasure peaking ... It was like being in a drunken haze, and I don’t think I lasted too long before I came like a freight train, shooting wave after wave of my semen deep into her hot, furry body. It took a long time for us both to wind down, finally coming. She loosens the top of her sarong as usual, worried that maybe not enough air is getting through. She hopes her companion will feel sexy soon, as she does. Then she is almost constantly so these days with him around. She opens her thighs a little more. She places a woven basket on her legs to hide the movements in her lap, just in case someone is watching from the river. Ah this feels promising now. Her companion is in her groove where she likes him to be. If she can move her lips down. He got stiff but asked us to ignore it until he had some actual sleep. He asked for four hours alone in bed.We set a timer and planned a light lunch for Rick. “Lunch is easy.”, I said, “But how do we decide who gets his first load in our pussy?”Fran suggested arm wrestling. I laughed and suggested rolling a die. “I’ll take 1 to 3, you take 4 to 6. Okay, or do you want to switch?”“Okay. You take 1 to 3.”I dropped the die on the hard surface near the sink. It bounced around a bit and landed.