”We decided to go for the ‘pasty with afters’ and he placed two in a paper bag for us.“How do you tell which end is which?”He chuckled as he...explained.“The hole to let the steam out is in the meat side; traditionally your wife would cut out your initial from the left-over pastry and stick it on the apple end so you could feel the difference in the dark, but I don’t have time for that!”We paid him and thanked him. He turned to the next customer and we took our purchases back to the tent before. So I got on top of her and slipped my dick in her sloppy cunt. I came pretty soon, due to the feeling of cum from another guy in her pussy. I then asked her face-to-face if Robert was a better fuck than I was. She looked at me and said, "What's it with you? You want me to fuck another man, and then when I fuck him, you're worried that he's a better fuck than you are? It's a little late for that now. You should have thought of that before." I told her I just wanted to know. So she said, and I. She planted a quick kiss, as she opened my belt. Then she got down on her knees and started sucking my dick. She first dove down on it, before starting to lick and tease me. She ran her tongue over my balls and along the underside. As she looked up, I saw a look of pure, unbridled lust in her green eyes. I stroked her long blonde hair out of her face. Just as I was reaching the point of no return, she pulled my cock from her mouth and stood up. She told me that she couldn't wait to ride me. She. ” The feeling of being breached there, his fingertip entering her just a little, sent equal parts fear and desire through her. He pushed deeper, adding another finger, scissoring until her resistance melted under the stimulation. In and out, he fingered her dark hole, forcing pleasure to cut through her as her hips pushed back to take more. Sweat popped up along her skin and wetness leaked from her cunt, slicking her thighs. She was almost undone. “That’s my girl, that’s my little slut,” he.