I was wearing a tight light blue t-shirt with a gayish logo that read: "I eat boys up", a pair of hot white shorts, and a pair of stripped white and b...ue socks that were up a little bit higher off of my knees - people were kind of looking at me weird. But I love that I was calling peoples attention.So, after a while a guy of about my height, stocky with a beer belly, a nice bushy beard, and very masculine sat on the table next to mine and opened his laptop. After about 5 minutes he said to me:. “Oh, hush, you! I wear the pants in our relationship and you know it! I always have! Why on Earth would I want to give that up, sugar? At least with you, I get to boss around a fucking mayor! Is a Prophetess allowed to say that word? Oh, well, bite me if you mind!” Sarah put her lovely dark hands on her hips as her piercing, coal-black eyes flashed with impish sass.“I can see that the grand tradition of Prophets with snark continues!” I chuckled now.“Apparently so, at least with us,” Sarah. After a week, they each got a call, from their spouse that the fishing was too good to leave, and extended their trip by two more weeks.Interestingly, they weren’t as disappointed as you might think. After an evening for myself and Kami, pressing the flesh, another week of my four aunts and my mom, then a final week of the six fabulous females, went by as they nightly drained my nuts dry.Eventually, we came to be very close and the end of our singular orgies was coming to an end, and there was. She’s a runner and has very strong legs. That was also the reason they looked so good. In a few moments, she finished quivering and lay back, temporarily out of breath. I took the opportunity to kiss her pussy once again, kiss both her breasts, then I picked her up and lay her on the sand by the rock. I nestled myself between her thighs and felt the heat from her pussy all over my groin. She spread her legs and allowed me full access, which promptly took advantage of.With no further foreplay, I.