Where did not concern me. I was content to be cared for, spending my times soaking in the heated pool as he sung me songs gleaned from my memories or ...is, and shared stories of his people, a chore that sometimes filled him with great pride while filling his eyes with a quiet melancholy. I never pressed him, for which I believed him to be thankful for.Soon, however, a steady diet of berries, raw fish, and nectar, coupled with a return to health, made me long for what I had been denied since. Sandy hopped off of his cock and started jacking him off the cumshot went at least 20 feet into the yard. then Sam collapsed onto the patio, I think he was weeping a little bit. Kiera was fucking me now gently and rhythmic, I was taking the poppers with her and we were so fucking high. Kiera came with a loud owl-like screech then suddenly stopped riding me. She leaned down, gave me an amazing kiss, smacked me hard as fuck across the cheek then squeezed my balls just hard enough to show me who. She had stopped playing with me. I was just lying there, wide open and totally exposed, but she did not give me the pleasure of reaching my orgasm. I felt a little frustrated but I didn't dare to make myself cum.I wanted to have a quick look of myself, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Neeta and her fingers were coming to my mouth. When they touched my lips, I opened my mouth and started to lick them. I could taste my own juices on her fingers. And I thought I tasted very sweet.She pulled them. ‘I don’t know if they did or didn’t,” Mike replied as the small houseboat came up along side, “but if they did there’s nothing we can do about it now.’ ‘Ahoy there!’ Mike yelled as the strange craft came to a full stop next to the boat. ‘Can we help you with anything?’ Mike could see two women standing on the front deck waving but he didn’t have any idea who they might be. He did notice that both the women were African-American and they were dressed in matching white knit swimsuits that.