It wasn't like I had some desire to just see her naked. I had seen that before.Being a successful stripper, she had built a practice room in our home ...o she could work on new material. A few times, I had entered the room while she was practicing so I had often seen her topless. I had never seen her privates though, she never took them off when practicing as she rarely removed them at work. I'm not sure if she knew, though I'm pretty sure she did, but I had used it a few times myself practicing. Theirs was a world of uncounted moments of near insufferable pain and abject misery, but they knew that if they stopped to take any sort of proper rest that night that the Sergeant might die before reached help. They also were now both too feverish from their wounds, and without Gwenda by his side, Rowan feared that he would have given up and collapsed quite a long time earlier, but somehow she found the means to encourage him to take one more another step, and then yet another forward.How. They sat me on the edge of the bed and both went down on me. Shit, I thought this stuff only happened in porn movies. This was obviously choreographed beforehand. Every time they went off together—ladies room, shopping, wherever—meant something special for me. Rachel on the left, Becky on the right—they each slid their mouths up and down my cock, licking as they went. Suddenly, Rachel took charge and sucked me hard and deep. Her head was bobbing up and down over me. Becky was rubbing my tender. I was walking away from the usual track through some dense bush where u find a rock face deep within the scrub. I could see human movement and what looked to be two guys. Both tall and muscular, one was strawberry blonde wearing a purple check open shirt blue tank, and denim cut-offs, with thongs. The other was African-American cause I could him talking, wearing a loose yellow tank, and high cut blue drawstring swimmers. I remained on the other side of some thickets unseen, I could see directly.