" Mmmmmm, no bra...why am I not surprised." Still holding her hair, I lean in to kiss her. She tries to pull away, I force my mouth over hers. She fee...ls me shove my tongue deep in her mouth. Trying to push me away, she feels my chest and realizes the bathrobe has come undone. I reach behind her to pull her closer and she runs her fingers through my chest hair and begins to return my kiss, our tongues meeting in frenzied passion. Breaking off the kiss, she whispers......" No, this isn't. You mightthink it odd, but I've been dreaming of lying out under the stars nextto a campfire, no phone or communication devices anywhere near me. I'm ahuge fan of Louis L'amour. What's it like? Have you been to Westworld?"Her smile was genuine. "Oh yes! I've been to them all now. Even thelatest park, Fantasyworld. I really enjoyed each of them. In Westworld Idecided to try my hand at being a 'lady' in a brothel. Let me say thatit was a highly enjoyable experience."I looked at her and noticed. I could hear giggling from my bedroom and looked out the window. Both girls were staggering around, drunk, holding each other up before bursting into laughter again. I could see Paige's long pale legs under a denim skirt, the deep v of her cleavage. Her hair was long and loose and I immediately imagined how it would feel wrapped around my cock, how I would jack myself with it, how I would twist her fine pink nipples until she begged for me to stop. I was hard instantly.I heard Emily setting up. He smiled. "You know what to do." I nodded and licked along the length of his shaft. It tasted spicy, faintly of nuts, of Martina's ass and I did my best to clean it.When he got harder again, I turned my back towards him and straddled his crotch. His member slid into my slit all by itself and I rode him slowly, meditatively, to feel every centimetre inside me. He grabbed my tits from behind and rolled my nipples between his forefinger and thumb. Martina came crawling over to us and positioned.