We were kissing again but our nipples were rubbing across each other’s breasts. Our sensitive teat hardness found and was prodding repeatedly into s...ftness and occasionally the amazing tingly sensation of nipple sweeping across nipple. Her hand was also pushing my free flowing blonde locks back from my face. Denny was unstoppable, yet I had started this, hadn’t I? I was lost in skin on skin contact now, like my cute girlfriend.The ravenous slut had my panties peeled down from under my denim. All of that meant that she was cold, wet, and exhausted; she’d been riding from dawn until dusk day after day, with no semi-permanent base – so unlike the rest of her comrades, she was stuck sleeping wherever she was forced to stop, usually in a damp tent and bedroll that smelled like horse. It was, in a word, miserable. She hadn’t seen Sierra or Aedan in days, hadn’t had any down time or companionship, and she was starting to wonder if she hadn’t misread the signs from the Maker after all –. He was a best friend and excellent listener to all of the guys and girls, all the while making small attempts to remind all of them he was still a man who happened to look convincingly like a woman and dressed like one. He scared easily, wasn’t that big into sports, and often times would catch himself acting in a very feminine manner even though it was just how he naturally came off to people. He did have his spurs of manliness however, though those moments were few and far between.During his. “Just get those clothes off, Roma,” he said, ”I don’t want to ruin them”. As heightened as I was with the prospect of Tyron that evening, I stripped in double-quick time, and aching for a good pussy-pounding, knelt on the couch with my arse high in the air and ready – you know, the arse that can be showcased perfectly.The sight clearly had Jason taken by surprise, even for him, and he was breathless before he even started.“Good God, girl,” he said, “your pussy is so wet already and the smell of.