She'll be leading the second half of the trip, after I climb out the Bass Trail to start all over again in about ten days. Now, I know a lot of people...here know each other, but maybe not everybody knows everybody. But, since Crystal does, I'm going to let her do the introductions. Crystal?"As Crystal ran through the introductions, Scooter threw together a sandwich and gobbled it; as soon as Crystal finished, she got back up on the drybox and started in on the orientations. This was going to be. “Little slut…spread your legs.” And I don’t know why I did it, but I did. H e laughed. “That’s it baby..show your little fuckhole off like a good slut.” I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as he talked to me and rubbed himself. Then he turned and barked “Duke.” The big German Sheperd came to his side, and they were both looking at me. Then Mr. Miller laughed and took Duke’s collar. He led him to me, right between my spread legs and shoved his head down. Duke didn’t need any. She had protested the result because she claimed she was bumped by the Russian female winner of the gold medal. Unfortunately, it was in a deeply wooded section and unseen by any official. She was later in a recorded altercation with the muscular female at a London nightclub causing damage to the lady’s room. Her alleged knowledge of martial arts saved her ass in that encounter in a truly literal sense.Her second event four years later was for the swimming event called the butterfly four. “Anita wakes you with a fuck?” asked a curious Caroline.“Well, not quite a fuck,” admitted John. “But Saturday or Sunday, she usually wakes me with a blow job, and then maybe we fuck.”“Maybe?”“What can I say? Some mornings I just want a blow job.”Caroline giggled and shifted slightly, parting her legs. Reaching further down, she began to lightly scratch her fingernails along her guest’s cock as it pistoned in and out of her slick tunnel.John gave a low groan of pleasure. “Ohhh. And some.