Randall, watching with glassy eyes, hadn't put two and two together -- too much of his mind was taken up with the feel of his cock plumbing Darla Jean...s depths. Darla Jean caught on, though, and swiveled her attention back to Randall. How would he handle this?Stick applied one, then two fingers to Teddy's asshole, and Randall just couldn't go on being dense. "You're... not gonna..." he wheezed."Yeh," Stick replied, matter-of-factly, "I am. Ted likes it. You don' hafta watch..." He wiped his. One woman wanted Eric to make me lick up the trail of cunt juice and cum that I was leaving behind as I walked. I looked at him as he thought about it, hoping that he'd make me get down on my hands and knees and shamelessly lick my cunt juice off the floor in front of all these people.Eric led me out of the clubhouse and to a pickup truck parked almost at the highway. It was warm, the moon was full, and as I walked several cars drove by, anyone of the drivers would have seen me easily, if they. Michaels eyes widened and reached his arms around her, unclasping her bra, her boobs popping free in his face. He bit his lip and took one in his mouth, softly sucking on it. Tia moaned, her hand moving faster. Michael groaned and unzipped his pants, lifting his hips to take them off, then he took off his boxers, throwing them in the backseat of the car. Tia undressed herself completely naked, and Michael took off his shirt. They slipped into the backseat, and it retracted, so it was now a. Maybe I could forget the others and make new memories with my newfound freedom. The three explosive snorts followed by five deep, guttural grunts of an impala ram stopped me in my tracks. Steve and I were on our way back to the lodge after our little sexual soiree earlier that morning. No wonder I was feeling so frisky. It was the rutting season for most animals and my own cycle reached its peak. My dry season just ended, and our morning frolicking was part of the cycle of life.Still naked, I.