Instead, I preferred to slow down until I stopped.Catching my breath, I grabbed my bag next to me in order to get to theshowers. Paul wasn't there, pr...obably having a little fun with Erica.Well if he dated the boss I'd be fine as long as he didn't use itagainst me.Stuffing my bag inside, I started to strip. Other men were stripping infront of me, my eyes wandering to them. Their shapes weren't thatdifferent. Muscle bound men, men trying to lose weight, or those tryingto tone themselves. All of. I did this for maybe 15 seconds, then pulled off her clit. Again that same gasp and moan of loss from her. A few inches down and my tongue shot straight back up into her pussy, lashing that spot. Working it over and over. My arms had to hold Stacey down to me, as I was determined to finish her off now, and not let her pull off me. Lick her spot. Lick her spot. Lick her spot. That was all I could think as Stacey was so far out of control, shaking and gasping and saying things. I guess. His long, hard strokes sent agonizing shards through my guts, like shards of glass cutting along the inside of my asshole. He drives that disgusting prick into my guts, deep thrust, one after another — tearing, ripping muscles around my rectum, God awful, agony from the invasion of my ass. He just keeps pumping. After an eternity, his thick streams of chum flood me. His discharge mingles with my blood. The nastiness leaks from my sphincter around his cock. Some dribbles over the flesh between. ‘I’ll leave my panties on.’ ‘Hand them to me Lee.’ She obeyed and a minute later was in the water and told not to bother trying to keep her hair dry. ‘The water is freezing.’ ‘Good, that will give you perky nipples.’ ‘Hunter!’ Lee stood on the rock looking like a woman contemplating suicide so Hunter took the shot, grinning. He then instructed her to take a series of poses with hands on her hips, a hand on her hip and one in her hair. ‘I’m coming in closer.’ ‘No don’t, that means you’ll really.