I used to go around to his place and we would have a coffee and then I would let him take me which ever way he wanted. Sometimes he would have friend...s around and I would get used by them. There seemed to be a lot of spit roasting and I enjoyed it. The amount of spunk that I took on board orally and anally was amazing.I remember a Scottish Stoker from a banana boat that was there one night and whilst I am not small this guy was a giant with a tiny cock. He wanted me to suck him off and I. He said to her, "It has been so long since I have been with a woman. Can you have pity on an old man and let me make love to you?'She stood there running her hand up and down his hard shaft; she leaned into him and kissed him. The kiss was long and passionate. She moaned and let go of him long enough to reach for her waistband of her sweat pants. She quickly pulled them down.She looked at him and said, "I don't want to lay down on this filthy floor. I'll bend over and you do me from behind."She. We didn’t spend all the time in camp. I did a little riding about, stopping in daily at the other camp to make certain that everyone else was all right, and to chat with certain people about my idea. I spoke to Gogra who smiled broadly as I spoke of it, telling me it was a wonderful plan, and I spoke to Dunbar and Burton. Both heard me out, and both agreed that it would be something to try, once we got back to the settlements. For now though, both thought we’d been sitting on our ass too long. “Ha ha do I?” He looked down at my legs and his gaze wandered slowly up my body lingering on my boobs. “Danielle…I’m not a pervy guy, but…!” He gripped my shoulders, pinning against my door and pressed his lips into my neck. He reached round, feeling my bum with one hand and stroking inside my leg with the other. I struggled briefly – half-heartedly, but his lips nuzzled my neck so wonderfully. I just melted there and then in my doorway. He was like a man possessed. He was gone, groping me with.