"Already?" Pat asked in surprise."Time goes fast when you're having fun, Bro," I reminded him, as he adjusted his clothes and then finished dressing."...Doesn't it just?" he asked before changing the subject."Are you ready to return home?" he asked."Ready and willing," I told him. "As soon as Grandfather says that he doesn't require us, I am for leaving for home," I told him."Right. I'm sure our Parents are worried about us, but what are our Cousins going to say when we bring prospective wives. The sides of the clearing appeared to be mainly scrub trees, short and bushy, but pretty solidly packed. I moved forward slowly, and looked around the corner to the left of the clearing. There I saw, clearly lit in the moonlight, a blond woman, on her knees, in front of a long haired chap. She was undoing his fly, and as I watched she took his cock out and started sucking it. His voice was clearer now. ‘Oh yes… I’ve missed you… I’ve missed that… Oh god.’ I leaned back upright, my head reeling,. Her makeup is smudged and she has dried semen on her face and in her hair. She pulls off the wig and scrubs her face using the makeup remover and the towlettes provided. She stands there on the cold tiles; a slim man with a shrivelled penis, dried semen on his legs and buttocks.Michele hates what she sees and dives into the shower to scrub herself clean. She never want's to see Michael Nyland again while she is here.He is banished until she leaves this place. In here she will always. To me that is why ebony women are so horny – the darkness of their nipples against the silky chocolate brown of their skin and the contrasting pinkness of their greedy tongues and cunt as they take another cock deep inside them. I slipped two fingers into that lovely wet fuck tube and twisted my fingers inside her so I could both finger-fuck her and rub that swollen bud of her clit with the tip of my thumb at the same time. Grace responded by quietly moaning with pleasure – the sound barely.