Now Julie and Chris were my neighbors and we had been friendly towards each other for a couple of years now. Not wife-sharing friendly, just waving hi...and "Can I borrow a cup of sugar" friendly. And I'll admit, I have eyed Julie with less than honorable intent on occasion – I'd have to be gay not to admire her. But until now I have been able to keep my lust in check. Until now.I stood up and took Julie in my arms, looking into her face. I saw two things right off – hurt and need. Julie had been. Unable to control herself, she reached down and pulled her huge clit. She could feel her juices dripping down her legs. Never had she been this wet. She bucked against the cock. She was not making love to it. She was fucking it and fucking it hard. Her gasps were getting louder, and she was glad that the kids were at their grandparents' house. She was all alone, so she could get as loud as she wanted. Letting out loud throaty gasps and moans, her pussy contracted around the cock. Lost in a lust. The hiking trail was mostly empty. She had seen very few people on it, and that was hours ago. She came to the conclusion that she was alone and smiled to herself. “Finally.”Jillian took off her hiking boots and the thick socks she wore under them and set them next to her pack. She then tore off her plaid flannel shirt revealing a black lacy bra that had two flesh melons barely contained inside. She then peeled off her denim shorts revealing a very full and round booty equipped with a matching. Some I caught into my mouth, some spurted on my face, and a lot of it remained dripping in between my breasts. James pulled off and then rubbed the cum off of my face. ‘Good girl.’ I licked the cum off of his fingers as he fed it to me, moaning as it slid down my throat. James smiled deviously at me and then got out of the bed, leaving me cuffed to the headboard. My heart began to pound. Was he going to leave me there? He came back a couple of minutes later with a blue glass bulb-like item and.