The silk boxers, I left on. For some reason, the knife pressing at the pulse at my throat only made this act more erotic.My voice lowered to a femini...ne, husky purr. "Lover.." His breathing paused for a moment as he lowered the knife, tracing it gently down my side, allowing me to absorb the way it whispered down my flesh before I heard a metallic clink outside the shower, where he threw the weapon, and let the silk boxers move down upon his waist.A low growl came from his throat, and from. Arrian was straining, beads of sweat ran down his face. He opened his eyes, and the wind began to slowly die down and the girls were amazed that they were now at the Michaels house.There you are lord.Thank you, I will speak with you later.Arrian turned to the girls."Listen, Helen is in trouble, Kailynn you know where the secret compartment is in my trunk. Open it and get a small gun for you and one for Samantha, I don't know what will happen and you two better have some protection." Us? What. I knew I was a cock-hungry slut; I knew I was a tart for sucking strangers’ dicks. I loved to hear them describing me in the most obscene terms. Hearing them talking about my cunt and my tits and about how I was so wet and horny only made me wetter and hornier.And then, when he touched me on the shoulder and told me to stand up, I saw the first man, the good-looking bloke with the big cock rolling a condom over himself.“Stand up and then sit on this,” he grinned. “Come on; get your cunt on it.. When she had enough, she just pushed me away, brushed her sun dress down and went into the store. We continued the ride; this time Oliver was busy driving his own van.We finally arrived at Jacksonville and picked up the motor home. Oliver hooked his van in tow and all of us climbed on the motor home, to start the ride back to Savannah. The problem was that I was the only one that could drive, so I knew that my wife and her black friend had time enough to enjoy themselves.After about just half.