To think that a beautiful woman like you could love a fat thing like me, it was stupid. I hope we can still be friends, and any time... you know, you ...eel like you want to have sex with me, you can. I'll still want you Ann."I pulled back and looked at her, her eyes were red from crying, I felt so wretched about what had happened between us. I said, "Don't worry honey, I still like you, I still want you. I'll always be attracted to you. And if you are really sure about it, then I'd love us to. She laughed and then grabbed my still hard cock through my pants and said that it was me who really needed help. I quickly replied that I had all the help I needed just looking at her. She smiled and quickly kissed me. Her hand, still resting on my hard cock began to caress and rub up and down my cock slowly. She quickly stopped and said that if she didn’t get to the bathroom quickly, she was going to pee her pants.I told Barbara to just go in the woods. She agreed, and I turned my back. A few. I glanced from the corner of my eye to see she was at the other end of the bed, gently stroking her lovely hairy cunt "Oh you carry on both of you"I'd never "put on a show" before, so this was going to be superb!Maisy got me harder, then peeled me in one big pull, before starting to stroke me vigorously. "Frig me, will you?" she asked, so my hand pushed up her thighs to find no knickers, just lots of furry hair instead. I got a casual glance, to find her "collar and cuffs" didn't match, Maisy. Through the haze of your drugged mind, you hear wet squelching and hundreds of moaning and screaming women, their hot mouths silencing them as they replace their hands with their lips. The girl atop your pulsing cock hastens her pace, and another, impossibly more powerful orgasm rapes your body for every last bit of pleasure. You feel your member go limp, and all the women suddenly retreat into the blackness, leaving you cold and wanting. But, it seems the attack wouldn't end there, as hands.