She remembered with a glow the orgasm Vic had given her.But were things going too far? Last night they had gone farther than they ever had, playing wi...h someone they knew, and going so far as letting him touch her intimately, and even making her cum. They shouldn't have done that. What would Vic do the next time he saw her?Still, she admitted to herself that she liked playing Michael's games. They turned her on as much as her husband. She was looking forward to what he had planned for that. The rain-head shower is always best but I was wrong - and I kind of knew I would be - the water only enhanced what I was feeling. I reached for the body wash and instead of using the poof I brought from home, I squirted the soap into my palm. I closed my eyes and sighed as my slippery hands slide across my tummy and then up over my breasts. My legs spread apart and one hand slipped down back over my tummy. My legs were already shaking as my slippery fingers slid over my clit. One hand squeezing. I explored every piece of flesh with my tongue and enjoyed every ridge with my lips. He held my shoulders, tighter when my lips or tongue hit a sensitive spot. When his head reached the entrance to my throat, I pulled my lips back.I felt like one of the bar sluts. I wondered where else Cindy had given blowjobs in the club and to who else.His right hand slid from my shoulder, to the back of my head. He simply rest it there at first, his fingers exploring my red hair, giving me goosebumps of. It would be difficult to discern any other details against the rough country through which they hunted as its markings were an almost perfect camouflage. The dogs, of course, hunted more by scent than by sight, but men do not have that privilege.If our man actually arrived in time to see the 'kill' he would discover that it could take two or more hours to deal with the quarry, once it was cornered. The protective camouflage would first be torn off, by the hunters, not by the dogs. This would.