My tongue found it's way up to her clit, gently flitting across the hood, before pressing my tongue against it and working it with rapid circles. Sara... gasped, clearly pleased... Then gripped my hair in her hand, pulling me out from between her legs. She looked down and me and smiled, her juices smeared across my eager face, my cock painfully erect in my tight jeans. I smiled back, looking forward to whatever came next. "Good. Good slave." Sarah stood up slowly, pulling her panties back up her. ...but i couldn't see anything....i tried to see under the cabin door but i could only see their feet......they where standing close and their feet pointed in the same direction....... i had to see them...as i got back up on my feet i could see a small hole between the door and the wall.........i bend down and looked through the hole..........OOOOOH MAN.............i almost sprayed my boy cum in my pants, what i saw through that hole.......they where fucking......i have never seen stuff like. The wig was long and red, and, with his own hair under a net, wearable; when he turned his head, he could see the silver crescent moon clip-on earrings, hear them jingle. His face, scrubbed clean with eyebrows trimmed, were now adorned with bright apple-red lipstick and blue eyeshadow.The underwear was a complicated arrangement, making him wonder how women can keep track of it all. There was a frilly black bra, of course; even with further adjusting, the strap felt tight across his chest and. I didn't smile, but I felt like it, because now I had at least a minor challenge."Stop!" That was Ronnie. Timmy was standing behind her. "Just leave, Jack. I'm not going to sign anything. You can't have my baby." I'll deal with you later, after I give this piece of shit a lesson in manners," he said. He looked at me. "What are you doing here anyway, cripple? You her boyfriend? Is some wimp-assed cripple the best she can do?" He grinned with what I'm sure he thought was an evil grin."Jack!".