She was one amazing fuck! After several minutes we finally untangled ourselves. She got off of me and knelt down and took my limp and slimy cock into... her mouth. “Hmmmmmm,” was all she said. More and more I was beginning to love the way she communicated. I lay down on the carpet in front of the fire and raised her body above mine. Her mouth never left my cock as I lowered her wet snatch down onto my mouth. We enjoyed each other in a prolonged 69 position. Even when cum-filled, she tasted. This led to us striking up an instant rapport; she asked me, "So how come you live in London?" I came to London in 1976; to teach the southerner's some manners, as the job is not finished I am stuck!" I jokingly replied.Having acquired the information she needed for my hospital file, she disappeared but every time she passed she gave me a broad smile. Now, when I was alone, this was not a problem, in fact it was quite ego boosting, but it was a little problematic when my wife was around. I. Without saying a word, Sean gently grabbed me by the waist and started kissing my red lips. I was really turned on in a way I had never been and could not believe this was happening.Victor poured a glass of whisky and quietly sat down in a sofa.I looked at him while Sean was kissing my neck. But Victor just whispered I should behave like a good girl tonight…Then I felt Sean’s hardened dick pressing against my mound…He ordered me to get down on my knees.The bastard was so confident, demanding. Even Uncle Evil had boundaries he wouldn’t cross. We were at a fetish-friendly campground focused on being a ponygirl, but even they had things they didn’t allow out in the open.Uncle had intentionally set up his camper in an isolated spot. He could do that because apparently having Aunt Evil there meant he didn’t require any plumbing or sewer hook-up.“Litter Bugs!” Uncle Evil stopped me with a kick to my ass. He expressed a little outrage of an empty glass bottle he found on the side of one of.