His bandana was olive green and beige, it seemed all his clothes were olive green and beige. The pack he carried was massive almost as long as his tor...o, but wider than his slim waist. It looked very well put together, with strong stitching I could see from a distance. When he took his pack off his back it had left red marks in his tanned shoulders, the weight must’ve been great to dig in so deep. I was quiet, watching, feeling like I was under a spell as he moved and spoke. The Hiker was also. "Oh!" she gasped, arching her head back sharply. At this point the women echoed her gasp and sank to their knees. "FUCK THE WHORE!" they collectively chanted.Mark continued to hammer my wife. She played it about right, emitting low moans at first as her son continued thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out of her Reason For Being. I was pleased to hear the wet, squelching noises of penis conquering vagina. She was starting to enjoy her Degradation!Mark kissed her mouth, and her moans. .. oh..... Oh....... aah........I reached to my destination and he was continuing fucking me. There was a little fucking sound when he was pushing his cock hard and stroking my pussy. He was fucking me continuously without any stoppage and I was receiving second fuck after experiencing first orgasm very early.I was near second finish and he was doing in and out.... in and out. Suddenly, he he hugged me tight from my back and I too finished second time. He was lying on me from back holding me. He had made acquaintance with some of the regular visitors and learned to avoid those who had not been interested in playing tag. It seemed that most of the other dogs had been made infertile, both bitches and dogs, making them less interesting to check out. Their aromas of sexual readiness stifled leaving only the condition and health as indicators of their moods.They arrived at the park after walking for ten minutes through the suburban streets. Bruce could hardly contain himself. Wanting to.