I feel you move your hips back and your cock slides down to my cunt. Your cock head rests just there; right at my opening, just on the edge of enterin...g me. You pull back and enter me, stroking inside me once, twice, three times.“Damn baby; so soon? I see your cum April."Still stroking inside me, I can feel you stretching my walls. Your hands pulling my hips back into you, fucking me, our skin slapping. I hear your breathing pick up again and I feel your balls tighten against me, but you stop. We quickly found the items we needed – and we also found that hot water wasn’t on the list of amenities. Even in summer, it was freezing cold, and we yelped our way through our showers. We washed out our clothes while we were there, since the only other item of clothing we had between us was an old T-shirt I’d stuffed into my range bag. I washed it, too. When we were done, I checked to see if the coast was still clear. It was, and we walked back to our campsite clad in just our shoes.The plane. “I’m sure that other wives have given a handsome boy such as you more than money for a tip,” she smiled unzipping his fly.“I’ve been lucky to have a few.”“Then I’ll add to your list.” Susan took his soft cock out of his underwear and stroking it, kissed and licked the head.Dan took the note from the bucket, “Dan and Susan, happy fifteenth wedding anniversary, love from Karen, Wendy, Tina and the family. Hope you have a sexy celebration and find all the cock and pussy you can handle. Please. And then, while I braced my unsteady knees and held myself up by the little metal shelf on the bottom of the whiteboard, she inspected my output like a farmer at his produce. "Hmm," she said, "good volume, nice temperature..." She rolled it around on her palm (or tried to), and said, "I like the viscosity. But not a lot of it. Very disappointing, Brandon." There was laughter. I felt like a science experiment. Or, more accurately, at least a science experiment being run by a freak show. Here we.