As I reached the fountain, I caught sight of Annabelle. She was sat peacefully on the edge of the fountain pool with her eyes closed and her head back..., the wind gently lifting her hair off her shoulders. She had a small smile on her face. ‘Hello? Annabelle?’ I stammered. She delicately opened her eyes and turned round to look at me. Her green eyes were slightly luminous in the moonlight. ‘Hey Cameron. You read the note then,’ she said, almost in a whisper. I nodded my head and she stood up. I. Can her body handle the worst these three studs can offer!" I looked over the three slaves which where waiting very impatiently to take her. They were all young, between 20 - 25 years old, and were all good looking (as were all of the sex slaves in this land). They all had long hair, two of which were brown, the third was blond. Their cocks were rock hard and impressively large. This worried me a bit because I knew that her tight little pussy would not be their only target. "And without. I nodded, keeping her hand on me. My penis had barely shrunk. “Was that it?” I asked. “No,” my wife said. She smiled, and my cock again began to expand. “We kissed some more, and he touched me down there and…you know…sort of teased my ass hole.” I knew what was coming. “He asked if he could screw my ass, and I was all for it,” Annie said. “Stroke me,” I croaked. “Go on.” Her hand began its. She must to notice how my looking was and say so quiet. “Don't you worry, It's natural” “I use to be like this at home after work” I don't care about clothing at home and most of the times at naturist beach in summer. Yes she would always tell me not to worry about wearing too many clothes. I would always tell her that I would straighten the seams out on her pantyhose for her after she took her skirt off, but in this time it was real. So, I started straightening the seams on her pantyhose. It.