“Oh, no!” She looked down at him, a disappointed look on her face. “You fell out!” He chuckled and pulled her to him, embracing her in a warm ...kiss. When the kiss ended, she slid off and lay with one leg over his, her full breasts against his torso and her hand tracing through his scant chest hair. They lay like that in silence - a comfortable silence, each still basking in the hazy afterglow of the amazing sex. Finally Genvieve spoke. “Is it always like that?” she asked, wondering why no one. He lay her gently on the cool ground, and listened for her breath. When she didn’t take any, he opened her lips and pressed his to hers and breathed into her. ‘Breathe….’ He prayed out loud. The breath of life worked sometimes and sometimes not. He prayed it would work this time. He breathed into her again and felt wetness sliding down his face. He hadn’t realized it was raining. ‘Regan…’ He whispered. ‘Please love, breathe….’ Giving her breath one last time, Cien gave up. Racking coughs. One guy finally got excited and grabbed my head. He fucked my mouth and then pulled out to come all over my face. It was an incredibly huge load, with streams of cum covering my face. His friends thought it was funny. Another guy, this one older, grabbed my head and starting going at it. He moaned loudly as he added to my cum bath with another large load of hot cum. The third guy, much younger, made me work it. He kept pulling back and rubbing his cock all over my face. He was having lots of. Before the old man had a chance to put them on her stopped in his tracks to look at Ella who was holding her mother’s knickers up to her face, “Mmm” she sighed opening them up and then proceeding to lick the now wet gusset, seeing her doing this with her own mothers panties was arousing the old man so he quickly slipped on Ella’s pulling them up his legs, they were much tighter and not so stretchy and as his cock was now semi hard again there was absolutely no way it would fit in, he did get.