I just loved the feeling of getting fucked like that by that cheap mid aged roadside monger and the way he was using me like a cheap prostitute. Ahhhh...hh..Am still getting wet remembering. This is was going on and on and in between the nasty that I was while he was fingering my asshole I was also sniffing and licking his fingers giving him more reasons to treat me cheap and nasty. I loved the mushy smell and the hungry look in his eyes. After a damn deep fuck I stood up and was thinking what to. I kept rubbing it over her cleavage which made it very hard. I noticed her urge to lick my cock as she was trying to lick it while I was rubbing it over her cleavage. But I wanted her to wait a bit more before that. So I moved down to her pussy, opened her pussy lips and smelled it. The fragrance of a fresh young pussy was such that whenever I think about it, I can still smell it in my nose. As she was a virgin, it was very tight. I knew it would be hard for her while I would enter into her. I. Jack looked down to see her stocking tops and the hem of her black skirt pushed up around her hips. Their need was heightened by the confinement of their clothes, adding their own caress to their bodies as they contorted against each other. He could feel the tension of her black silk panties rubbing against his cock adding its own friction to his ministrations inside her. He could also feel her response as she grasped and held him inside her with an intensity he'd never felt before. The. The weather was cold and the wind was blowing. The people there all seemed to remember Gus, and they were all very friendly. We were assigned a cabin, rather than sleeping in the bunkhouse, like the unaccompanied male hunters did.Tiger disappeared as soon as we got there and was gone for quite a while. She showed up later at the cabin, and seemed very satisfied with herself and full. We had dinner later in the ranch kitchen and then went to bed, as three days of driving had worn us out.The next.