It’s almost 6 am so this will make the seventh time. I tingle with anticipation, wondering what the coming hour will bring. Each time he surprises m.... Each time I cum louder and harder than the time before. I’m sore, my arms and legs stretched out across the mattress, my ass and pussy still recovering from the last time, my drool cool against my cheek as I stare at the clock, set where I would be forced to watch it count down the minutes. I can’t help but wonder what he does between the times. The good feelings were getting better in her pussy, too, and she rolled her crotch in joy as Betsy siphoned into her hot, slidy gash. The girl was a natural, finding all the sensitive nerves, making her teeth fondle the clit and rubbing her chin into the mushy cuntlips.But George let go before Sunny had quite reached her own climax. The head of his driving cock ballooned and the boiling hot jazz splashed inside Sunny's mouth, spattered against the velvet cupping of her straining throat. It was. She walked back into the archway just as the two men approached."Good job. Just dump the bucket into the trash can, and then you can take the trash out back to the dumpster." Okay, Ms. Wallace," Steve answered, his deep voice sending chills up and down her spine."Please - just Liz. Grab the bags from the cans out on the beach, this one here, and the two by the concession stand." Got it," Kyle said as he popped the top off the can and upended the bucket into it."I'll be in the concession stand. I started looking around and then, jumping on my horse, looked around from the higher vantage point. The area was heavily treed except for the north, which looked somewhat clear. I walked the horse over to where the northbound lane would be if I were seeing things correctly. If I was correct and this was an interstate at a bridge interchange then, northerly along the north lane, there was a chance of finding a road sign. If luck continued to follow me, it might be readable.I gathered everyone.