He took it up a notch and it felt so good but was so fucking painful. He started making noises like he might cum but nothing was happening. I looked ...nto the pillow and the white pillow had been painted black with my mascara. I couldn’t continue crying if he was nowhere near being emptied. “Arghh you win. You have to stop,” I shouted. He slowly came out, and I turned over, he saw how much pain I was in and felt bad. I told him off “Don’t feel bad. I wanted you to give it to me, and you did. I clearly can see her hairy sexy snatch is suddenly very wet!Jennifer is bending over deeper as I push down the lower part of her back to get even better view of her furry.I love how she spreads wider by her hot intuition for intimacies. "I long see how you look inside there love."Jennifer is helping me spreading her pretty pussy by both hands. "I think I can see your hymen, hot honey!"I love how she responds. "I offer you everything if you let me see and feel how you look under your. I would brush out the tents, clean the sleeping bags (Pussy's always needed extra scrubbing!) and recover provisions from the wrecked plane (I forgot to mention the wrecked plane but, as you will have guessed, there's always one in stories like this). Thereafter I would sit down and whittle dildos from beech wood and prepare a fortifying nettle soup for when the girls returned with their tales of derring-do. In the evening I would do the rounds of the girls satisfying their physical needs – two. So we sat around, still undressed, Carol having taken off her belt and strap on dildo and talked until it was near time to eat. A light supper and we went back into the living room to sit for a few more drinks. I had noticed Carol and Betty talking quietly about something when Carol was cooking dinner and I wasn't sure what to make of it. They seemed to be debating about something Betty wanted to do By now I was feeling rather good and when we all settled on the sofa and lounge, Betty.