He seemed pleased at my bodys reaction to his words and stroked a finger over my clit, making me gasp. You like the idea of me doing that to you, Alic...a? To be just like Harriet, Jenna and Sophie? He flicked a hand in the general direction of the three pregnant women. I shook my head, causing the hand he was touching me with to be removed and brought down on my ass again, making me whimper softly. Oh yes, Alicia. Whimper for me. He shifted to press his jean-covered length against me, shifting. I was wondering just what Artie’s plan was and why he hadn’t called me. I didn’t worry about it too much, however, and just took the time to relax. Late Friday night, my phone went off. It was Artie. Quickly I answered. “Hello?” I said. “Hello what?” Artie responded. “Hello Master” I said. “Ah that’s better. Don’t make that mistake again slut,” he stated. “How’s your little break been? Are your holes recovering from that massive gangbang at the club?” Artie asked. “Yes Master” I told him.. We figured we could check out a few more sites as we drove out of the park, and my wife wanted to spend some time shopping in West Yellowstone. After leaving the park we ended up spending a good six hours or more in West Yellowstone. We checked out all the shops, purchased some souvenirs for the kids and got a bite to eat. Around 2:00 or 2:30 we set out on the last ninety miles of the trip. I remember our A/C was on the fritz but figured we could sweat it out till we got to Bozeman, to have a. Maina foran hain kar dee, sanajna na maree nighty kholee or mara underware utar deya, or mara land ko hath main pakar kar masaltee rahi, kuch daar maina sanjana ka boobs pakar leya or bola sanjana bohat bara hayin tumhara boobs, sexy lagta hayin mujha mara dil karta hai mai inhee ko bus dakhta rahoon.Hain to dekho na sanjana na nighty khol kar uatr dee or blouze ka hook be khol deya jis sa us ka bara bara boobs uchal kar bahir a gaa, ya to maree soch sa be bohat bara tha, apna boobs par hath.