She went limp against the tree trying to hold on and was gasping for air that is when I decided to grab both her pigtails with one hand and mount her ...again as I penetrated her she moaned real loud and I pulled her hair back as she rested against the tree again. She could barely speak as all I could hear is her squeals and moans when she started to get wild and squirted again. I then took my jacket off and put her on her hands and knees doggy style on my jacket, this time I pulled her thong down. Those to whom she exposed her charms had to bring their own erections. She disrobed like the well-paid whore that she was, promptly and expeditiously. She didn't throw her garments to the floor; she hung them up like a lady. They were the tools of her trade and as such were treated with care.My history had been different. My sex had always been for passion, not profit. I had to be excited before my clothing came off – not that it took very much to excite me. And when my pussy said 'give me some. "Are you inviting me to stay with you." Yes, I guess I am." Do you have an Internet hookup?" Internet hookup? Sure. Why?" I write stories." Stories? What kind of stories?" Erotic literature." Erotic literature? You mean sexy stories? Dirty stories?" Yeah." Cool." He looked at her in between bites of his food. "So is that a yes." Yes."Dave invites Susan home to bunk with him.An odd couple and an unlikely pair, a retired and decorated, former Marine walking with a tall, blonde, beautiful, bag. “Oh fuck, don’t stop,” I grunted, lifting myself up onto elbows and forearms.Dave was knelt between my legs, cranking a fist along his length as he stared down at me.“I wanna put it in,” he groaned, wincing. “What do you say, Robyn?” Dave waved that big thing at me in emphasis. “How about I fuck you with this?”I wanted to, oh how I wanted him to split me in two with his lovely cock. I was so fucking worked up I think I might have taken them all on, all eight in my pussy.But, thankfully, I found.