We started lip locking and that made me crazy.She was also getting horny.I pulled her to the bed and enjoyed kissing on top of her.She started moaning... slightly which made me kiss harder.It continued for some five minutes and I slowly started moving down.She didn’t resist and just played there moaning.I kissed her stomach and everywhere I saw.I was getting mad. Then, finally went on to her pussy. She had a cleaned shaved pussy. She might have shaved it for masturbating. I slowly pushed my tongue. All the females were having a great time (not that I'd say that out loud).Donna was automatically in charge of the horses. That was something she was already involved in as she'd participated in the design and construction of the stables. She was quite serious about it, even learning how to cold-shoe horses herself. I winced the first time I saw her hammering nails into Patch's feet, but he didn't seem to care, and he ought to know. Patch was a placid horse, but Penelope was a handful and gave. It rains in this place, mostly during the night, so it rarely interrupts our activities. I wonder if that is another of Kemon's machinations.After lunch, we continue on. It is difficult to talk with the pace we set for ourselves.This is supposed to be like the eastern part of France, the western foothills of the Alps. I guess it doesn't matter where it really is and who knows if this place will have a similar history. I can only hope it will be different - very different.Apparently this place. I unzip my trousers and expose my cock, she likes the look of it, hard and veiny, with a big puple head, I grab a handful of her hair and guide her mouth to my cock, she opens her mouth wide and slides as much down her throat as she can....I look over my shoulder, out of the window in the darkness I see you standing there looking at us, a look of lost bewilderment on your face, we havent even turned the cab interior lights off, you can see everything, my cock is now at the back of your wife's.