I still was a bit sensitive and not fully hard, so I slowly worked up with a slow rhythm to Jen's dirty talk, "You like that bitch's pussy don't you, ...you cheating mother fucker?"I couldn't deny it, and somehow her commentary made it all the hotter and I was now nice and hard and has this minx wrapped around me to the hilt. I grabbed firmly onto Monica's smooth and firm little hips and began thrusting energetically into her velvety womanhood once more. "Ohhh yea!," Monica groaned out, pausing. Exactly what made Gina do it she would never know, but she let the cock slide out of her mouth, and moved, placing her self in a position where she could guide the cock to a better place. There was only just enough room for her to lean forwards, over the toilet seat, her arse in the air, as she felt behind her for the cock.Quickly, before she changed her mind, Gina guided the cock towards her pussy, her already wet pussy, feeling it slide inside her with ease. She knew the man couldn’t do. “Panties stay on for now,” Claire snapped. I pulled my cream coloured panties back up, wet spot on the front obvious as I stood there, unsure of what to do. Claire flipped through Netflix, drinking her beer, ignoring me. Finally, as she started some stupid TV show I made to sit again, only for Claire to finish her beer and hand me the empty can. “Another,” was all she said. I took her can and tossed it into the mostly empty recycling bin, finishing my own beer as well. I grabbed another two. We talked and laughed at silly stuff, lubricated by a little of my good vodka from the still. The hunters told lies about their prowess, and I was careful to be polite to them. They were working themselves up for facing the hunt, I knew.We walked all the next day, and came to a low range of hills that came down from the northern range. Where they met the plains, the terrain grew broken and semi-wooded. It was in this oddly mixed geography that I was pointed to the caves that the Cave Lions.