He liked to be known as Johnny. He was tall and fair-haired, like many Dutch people, but his hair was longish and curly and he didn’t have the sever...e look that many of his diplomatic peers did. Johnny liked rock music and dining out. His wife, Lori (short for Lothlorien and she didn’t really know why her parents had called her that) was not tall for a Dutch woman; she was average height, she too had fair, curly hair and she was very slim, with small breasts. It was some sort of national. They started to use this time to explore mom's body in a little moredetail. Her big tits got plenty of attention, the nipples were pulled, yanked,stretched, licked, sucked and pinched. Her tits were bitten and covered withslobber from the relentless mouths that took turns roving over those fat globes.Worse yet some of the more inquisitive ones began to probe her well-fucked cunt.She took lots of middle fingers up her twat as they took turns searching for herG-spot; they never did find it. Then. I could feel it deep inside of me, all the way in my stomache at the top. i kept moaning how bad i love being his bitch, and i kept begging for more.i got up and got into doggy style position and Darien slipped it back in me. the harder and faster he went the more i could feel his balls slap up against my clit. i was so turned on and orgasming non stop the whole time. thats when Dariens mom pulled my face down into her pussy. i could taste my husbands cum and hers as i licked up and down her. He looked it over and could see where the tent stakes had been driven into the hard dirt in the past. “This will have to do.” Having figured out most of the steps on setting up the tent the night before, he quickly had it up and tied down. He saw that a fair amount of seasoned, dry wood was under a nearby tree. Even though it had been cut to fit in the fire pit, he decided to leave the firewood alone. Instead, he started a flat stone in the bottom of the pit producing heat enough to take the.