Like Lazlo before, Marco started face fucking me.Adrian meanwhile never stopped, and was still going strong.I knew he had a big stamina, but feeling h...s thick cock ravaging my ass for such a long period of time made me appreciate even more the young bull.There was now complete silence, except for our moans and the slap of Adrian's balls in my ass, and Marco nutsack on my nose.We were all relishing this moment.After another 10 minutes, Marco dislodged his cock from my throat and shot his spunk. His light was still brightly illuminating the wall opposite of him so he, at first, thought he was caught. Wall was just ten feet in front of him with a bunch of stray rocks here and there. The lifeless darkness beckoned his illumination as he did not provide enough for the area to be brightly glowing.Again he heard crunches from further into the cave, then a loud very low pitched “Hmph” sound. He braced his gun, shoulder strained and started to ache by the pressure he was exerting. Muzzle of. But they were also a little bit exotic: Rebels.It was very early on Friday evening and Tad and I were in the car, on our way to Don and Louise's place. We had our little overnight bag packed, having accepted their offer to spend the night, and needing the bag anyway for my little collection of flimsies. Tad had even bought me a new "outfit" for purposes of the preliminary photographic session. It was an impossibly abbreviated shorty nightgown, all white, and so sheer that it might as well have. Yea, it was a body all right, but it didn’t move at all, and as I got closer, it saw it’s form sprawled out like they had been crawling along the ground for awhile. "Ah shit, I don’t wanna do CPR on a dude..." I mumbled as I rolled the body over. But luckily for me, it wasn’t a drunken hobo guy, but it was the complete opposite. It was a girl with long hair; it was too dark outside to tell how old she was or what color hair she had though. Her skin seemed to be very light in color when.