‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, surprised that I had the audacity to halt what he seemed to be enjoying. ‘This.’ With that my hands flew. I quickl... pinned him to the bed, and in a matter of seconds had his pants pushed to his knees. For the first time, my eyes fell upon his manhood. I just stared. He was truly perfect in every way. ‘Is something wrong?’ he asked hesitantly. My tongue reached down and licked up the drop of precome that formed on the head. We both shuddered, he from the sensation of. Which was us four, a middle-aged man in an army trench coat and a very inappropriate knitted Peruvian hat with tassels, who was sat next to a massive rucksack, and an Indian lady on white sneakers whom I judged to be some sort of low ranking civil servant because of the logo she had on her blue windbreaker. She was frozen, staring at the men just like us. But she was quite a long way away from us and I’m sorry, I really am very sorry, but I was staying with my girls and my little boy.These two. She drank from the water bottle, filled from the phantom lake. At least that water had not evaporated! Far from it! She noticed, to her amazement that the bottle was still full to the brim, despite the copious draught she had just swallowed, and the water was ice cold, despite the heat of the day that had just passed.After putting her through such a dreadful ordeal, it seemed that the unseen spirits were making amends for their cruelty. She found a comparatively soft spot to rest her head. She. At first I thought it may have been lubricant from the condom or from Fran's cunt. But as Fran raised all the way up onto his cock and started her slow descent, it was unmistakable, what was flowing down Jack's shaft, balls, ass and finally onto the bed was the three months of cum, that Jack had stored up, in his balls, now deposited deep within my wife's, fertile, very fertile, unprotected womb. My heart sank for a second but I kept quiet, not being absolutely certain and not wanting to panic.