It says “I’m Joan. I want to film you”. Cindy nods weakly as she keeps thrusting her pussy against Sam’s deft fingers as they stroke her eng...rged g-spot. Joan moves up behind Sam and slides one hand around Sam’s waist and up to her breast. Sam doesn’t even flinch. She looks behind her briefly just to check who it is and feeling satisfied with the result, returns her focus to Cindy. Joan, rips back Sam’s top, one of Sam’s breasts now exposed to the cool air as Joan kneads it and pulls at. Or could it? It was merely a whisper, and it could have been anything. I put the thought out of my head and went to take a shower. That night I had another dream. I was with Jaime in her bed and our bodies were intertwined. My mouth was exploring her neck and shoulders before finding its way to her sweet lips. They tasted of her juices and I savored the flavor. My cock was deep inside of her and the feeling was that of pure bliss. I felt like I was penetrating her deeper and deeper with her. You're really sweet and you treat girls like they're people rather than a slab of meat like most other guys. And you don't think differently of me despite most of the other girls being much more pretty than I am." Shirley, you're incredibly beautiful. Never let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?"I placed a hand on her face and she smiles, blushing. She gently gives my palm a kiss before I move in and give her a deep passionate kiss on her lips. I pull back and see that she's really. No longer afraid of detection I moved down to the Spaniard's camp. In the firelight I could see men running after the horses that were loose and running off into the night. Off to the side I could see a woman tethered against a tree. Her clothing was torn and revealed a portion of her shoulder and more of her breasts then she would have wanted in front of all these men. There was an ugly purple bruise on her upper arm. She could easily have been one of the women on the steps with the moon.