Thank goodness it was sealed well and the juices that were squirting everywhere didn't get inside. The girls are really adventuresome, and enjoy being...eaten or thumped on every piece of furniture in the house. The problem is that their juice squirts all over the place and they keep on squirting, not just once or twice. We finally fell asleep with me drenched from head to toe, but partially dried off with a towel and tucked under a dry sheet and blanket. I love these women.I considered whether. Even though she was keeping him from burying his whole giant cock in her pussy, the horse was still giving her a good fifteen inches with every faster stroke.I could see by the expressions on her sensual face that Helena was really enjoying it. Her dark horse had her all stretched out. He started pumping her even faster than any man could…and finally cum in her hungry cunt.Helena’s eyes were closed and her face was contorted in ecstasy as she too was getting her own orgasm, taking care of her. Apart from Aaron, my experience with guys was pretty much non-existent. I was curious, and his persistence made me feel... wanted. That seemed to be a rarity for me these days, and maybe that's why I lifted my head when he dipped his down, making it very simple for him to place his lips neatly over mine.This kiss seemed so far away from our first one. Perhaps that had something to do with the lack of sloppiness. I wasn't sure. All I knew was that when I felt his tongue pressing against my lips. Even though Molly gave me a key, I still tried to be the perfect gentleman and knocked at the door. When Molly opened the door, she was wearing a bathrobe. Not uncommon as I figured she had just showered. Molly was not wet, her hair was down, glasses off, she took the tie from the bathrobe and flung it around me and pulled me toward her and grabbed me and gave me a big kiss and said, "This last four days have been hell! Molly stepped back, opened up her bathrobe and asked, "Well, how do you.