We were having a look-see, a stroll, a promenade without the strut ... not yet a lumber or a plod or even a trudge ... we were roaming ... spring in o...r step. Not necessarily marching, parading or prancing, we were taking a tour ... traipsing.We were gussied up. A guaranteed, warranted, and authorized pair of teenagers. The elders said we passed our authenticity test. We were pre 1823 and looked it. Slightly smudged, a little dusty but in period. Couldn’t call our outfits costumes because there. Her brown hair, gathered in a pair of adorable pigtails, flew behind her as she rushed at me. I pulled my hand from her mother’s ass moments before my youngest threw her arms around me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.I felt June’s nubile body pressed tight against me. The soft swell of tits that made my dick harden. Especially now that I’d enjoyed those two fourteen-year-old twins, not to mention that virgin at the grocery store while I was milk shopping.“Did you catch any big fish?” she asked,. My inhibitions were screaming NO, but the reality was that this man wanted to fuck me and from the depths of my being, I was willing. I nodded silently. He withdrew his fingers from my ass and got up onto his haunches. My legs were already on his shoulders, so my bottom came up off the bed as he rose. He reached behind himself and located the lubricant; rubbed it all over his cock. It seemed a lot bigger now. Then, with another whispered "relax" he leaned over me and guided his cock against my. She was still securely strapped to the raft and gripping tight the deer-hide sack that had been her only source of comfort as she was tossed to and fro by the unrelenting waves. The raft was easily visible to any hungry predator daring enough to cross the rain-soaked sand. And when Glade felt a nose sniff against the bare skin of her thigh and buttocks, her initial fear was that it belonged to a leopard or even a lion. What she saw gathered around her through her aching eyes was a company of.