"A couple? Could I become a man's girlfriend. This man did not for amoment suspect I was anything but a real woman. I felt a surge ofpleasure mixed wi...h humiliation mixed with genuine joy spread through mybody. I was such a pathetic man, but I had surprised myself by howvibrant I could be as a woman. My little shrivelled clit squirted withfull force, but it was nothing like a male ejaculation. I didn't orgasm.I didn't feel as if I was done. I was only getting started. I was onlygetting prepared. " He held out his hand and she handed the rifle and radio to him.Fifteen minutes later she had relayed the information to Andrew and Derek, who had come in following the original sighting of the truck and men."Looks like they're pillaging the surrounding area," Derek grunted. "The question is, were they on a blind mission or did they know to look where they did?"Andrew looked up from the radio which he had just turned down. "And how many people in town know we are here?" And how many people. And then I scan back down his chest, to make sure we see you with your luscious lips wrapped around his cock. You look into the camera with your mouth full of cock.Your arse is in the air as you blow him. I can’t resist. I take out the riding crop and whack your arse, smiling. “Bad girl. Sucking any cock that comes your way!” I whack you a couple of times.He’s writhing under you, not knowing where to look. You look into his eyes and redouble your efforts, sucking him harder and faster as I crop. Her hands were on the man’s chest beneath her, or at least they were. But when Beatrice entered, Jennifer always changed her body language, got a little friendlier, a little more inviting. She put her weight onto one hand, still on the man’s chest, but the other raised to her breast, and she cupped it into her palm while finger and thumb caressed her swollen nipple. All while looking at the Nosferatu.Beatrice couldn’t help but stare a little. Catching the girl mid threesome was routine at this.