She had sometimes spent months secluded with a man she'd fallen for, ignoring the rest of the world entirely until hunger and a male's sense of 'duty'...drove them back into the land of the living. Those were memories she treasured – even as much as she treasured her memories of Jake.As she lay in the grass, warmed by the twin crystal suns, enjoying the play of Sy's fingers on her stomach and hips, a shadow appeared, blocking the warming rays of the closer, Northern crystal sun. Alana opened her. He had never passed up his wife. And he didn't intend on starting now.With two steps he was behind her. She heard him fumbling with his belt buckle and soon his pants fell to the floor.One hand was on her ass. She felt the head of Alan's cock rubbing against the slit of her pussy, which was already wet for him."What are you waiting for, Alan?" Marissa said with a huff. "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. We haven't christened the restaurant yet."That was all he needed.With one hard and fast push, his cock. Reaching down, the horny youngster grasped his thick boner and eased his big prick-knob between the moistly hot lips of her hungry cuntslit."Ooooooooh," she whimpered, feeling his cock fucking slowly through the tight little opening.When the head of his prick had finally penetrated the mouth of her tight young fuckhole, she desperately clung to him, waiting for her tiny cuntslit to become accustomed to his big cock."God, it's big," she gasped as he continued pushing forward."Is my cock too. The branches had released the tension somewhat from her limbs during the night, as they slowly fell closer to the ground.The sun was finally coming up and the warm rays were warming Cindi’s naked body. It seemed hours before anyone came out to see her. It was her master that came out first. When he found his slave with a blanket near her body he was furious. He stormed back into the camp and brought the guests outside. He then demanded to know who had dared mess with his girl. No one came.