One of them pulled apart my cheeks, revealing my well spent hole, and Holy Shit shoved the dildo in, rougher than I expected, pushing my cock hard int... the girl I was fucking. I started moving in time, fucking myself on the pull and fucking the girl’s ass on the push. She started to climax as my girlfriend got busy on her clit and as she came I pulled my cock out and then leaned against the car so Holy Shit could keep fucking me. The other two girls finally got into the act by grabbing my cock. It seems rather fitting that we found kindred spirits within each other. As I rise from the bed, I notice Anna bringing me some breakfast, wearing a flower in her hair and that is about it. Therefore, we sat down and enjoyed our breakfast. ‘Best you pack were going on a trip, to Africa,’ I said. Going to Africa is something she had always wanted to do, as living in England had meant she never saw the sprawling plains of Africa and the animals at their most wild. I however grew up there and know. I wasn't a master practitioner but a year of bobbing and weaving through real combat made me confident. For some reason something changed in me on Haven. I moved more fluidly than my heavy world genes should allow. I had both strength and grace in my movements with an equilibrium that matched a skilled gymnast.I felt, as much as saw, a few men moving to my mat. Ex-marines were evaluating my performance with seasoned eyes, along with regular spacers feeling nosy. Across from me, on another mat,. I encouraged him to stroke my stockinged legs. For the first timein our relationship I was taking the lead. Our sexlife improved in bothfrequency and quality but I could not get rid of the question, 'Whatwould it be like with another man?' I felt guilty about this because we did love each other but just as Stevewanted to experience dressing I wanted to experience another man. Istarted to increase the pressure. At a party I would whisper to him , "Doyou like what that woman is wearing?" and when.