She can almost feel his warm breath on her pussy as he kisses the intimate folds. She brushes her free hand over her breasts, her nipples hard and st...ff and she moans, rolling her nipples between her fingers.Her finger works at her clit and she thinks of his tongue, how he’d tease the bud with soft quick flicks, before licking the full length of her cunt from top to bottom. That, combined with her fingering, makes her moan and she tips her hips back. She pinches her nipple in time with her. Like Karen, she was tall, but rather more thin and gaunt looking. Her hair was bleached blonde, short and spiked, like some out-of-date punk rocker. And, lastly, standing behind the other two, there was Emma, who seemed the quietest and most refined of the group. She was about my height, at around 5ft 6”, with natural straw-coloured hair and a friendly smile. Emma could well have been older than the early thirties that she looked. What didn’t cross my mind about any of these three women, as I. Gus said that if we wanted to do this again we would need to bring five dollars each. As we walked home we talked. None of us could believe what had happened. Roy said that it was just like we had fucked those women as they smeared our jizz into their pussys. I said that I wanted to touch the pink part of that pussy. I laid awake that night thinking about both of those pussys, squirting my load on gayles bush. The way her pussy hair felt on the tip of my cock. Watching the jizz run down Jeans. There was Arnulf, too."Quick, Joerg! Get in and have her changed out of the wet clothing! The bath house is ready. Come down at once, lest poor Hildburg freezes to death."Joerg led her up two flights of stairs and into a small suite of two rooms. He explained that, as Arnulf's Field Captain, he had permanent quarters in the Erlenburg. A maid was waiting for them who helped Hildburg shed her soaked clothes and wrapped her in a soft, wool blanket. Meanwhile, Joerg had dropped his waterlogged.