I looked at her stomach as I stood up. She was smeared with my semen mixed with her juices from her groin up to the bottom of her breasts. “You sure...are a mess,” I said laughing.“You should see yourself,” she laughed back.I looked down and saw what she was talking about. A good portion of the hair on my stomach was matted down with our sex fluids. My penis still semi-hard was “leaking” fluid. Sammy reached down with her finger and collected the fluid. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked. .. "I don't want any trace of this left - eat your own cum, you naughty boy!" I couldn't believe it, but I was in no position to argue with him. I sat back on my haunches and raised my sticky hand to my mouth. Tentatively, I licked at the cum in my hand and tasted it's saltiness on my tongue. Peter chuckled to himself, clearly enjoying my predicament. I took larger licks of my hand and sucked on my fingers, almost gagging when I swallowed it. "Don't forget the mess you've made on Julie's chair". While not quite as firm as Brigitte’s, they had very little sag, with nipples just as impressive as hers.We closed for another kiss, gently mauling each other’s breasts as we lowered ourselves onto the mat.She was first to reach my belt and lower my shorts and panties with one motion. My panties were damp with my arousal, and my scent filled the hut. Brigitte tried to make a move, but I rebuffed her so that I could strip her naked.I was surprised that unlike my landing strip, her pussy was. It was a more substantialestablishment than my own!A silver-haired mustachioed man sauntered up on a horse and said, "Howdy,Ma'am" or something to that effect. I told him I was looking for thefamily of Buck the Bronco rider, and he said he was Buck's fatherFrederick, and the only family Buck had left, now that his mother hadpassed away three months prior. A tear actually rolled down his handsome,chiseled face when he said that. I had planned to register my displeasureat the shoddy treatment.