She took out a shawl from hand bag and without moving her thighs a bit, she placed the shawl over her body and covered the thighs and with that my han...ds too. Then she suddenly closed in her thighs, my hand was clasped there. Then she adjusted her shawl over her thighs so that the crease between her thighs goes off. But over her shawl my hand was clearly visible. Next she took the dangling portion of the shawl, heaped them up and placed over my hand. Except a lump of cloth nothing more was. . or a few dozen girls around to watch me. I wonder if I will ever have to just fuck in the middle of the open.Back to the here and now, my cave-of-a-home had a recent renovation a few weeks ago just before winter settled in. Several of the women kept trying to pile into my cave, just to be with me and was overcrowded. So eventually someone had the idea that it came down to-- "Make the cave bigger."Two dozen women in a few days, dug it out to three times its width, and damn near ten-times. When I finished I put down the razor and washed off the soap and loose hair. I leant back and looked at my handiwork. It looked good so I moved forward to kiss her fanny but I got carried away and pushed my tongue inside her and upwards to her clit.Marion pressed put her hand on my head and pressed it down making murmuring noises of pleasure. With my left hand I pulled my trousers down and my pants, freeing my stiff prick. I pulled up her legs so that I could get better access to her cunt. I. " She unpacked some more things in silence, not looking at him. Her skin was flushed."How you feel about last night?" he asked. She faltered, then continued putting things away."Forget it." she said, quietly."No way I can do that, not ever." Well, try." Don't want to." She stopped, and turned to him, her face set."Jeff." she stopped, considering her words. "What happened yesterday was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened. It was my fault and it won't happen again, ever." she glared at.