Through the thin dress fabric was not to be mistaken. A stranger stood plastered up behind me and rubbed the hard-on locked in his pants against my as...s . Or maybe he thought it was as I rubbed myself against him? Tribulation and movement in the crowd I could not prevent could and he perhaps misunderstood ?I did not quite know what to do ... just pretended nothing and kept harder around my boyfriend. At the same time I felt a growing excitement of the whole situation . Do not remember how long. .. in this way, not only didhe demonstrate his tender love for me (being held in his arms wastantamount to flying to heaven, as his limbs were charged with anincredible level of sensual energy), he also helped me relax, open myhole and get ready to receive him without discomfort. His penetrationnever hurt me. He often asked, Am I hurting you, my love? The more heasked me, the more I implored him to insert his monster cock fully in me.I was a woman, a real woman. And I wanted to show to my man. That's an order," I replied. "I can hold them off long enough I expect, but if not, they will be coming in blind so take advantage of that." I demanded."I'll be just fine." I really wished that I believed it. I expected to die in that rotten smelling jungle. I regretted using that first bandit as bait it was one of most inhumane things I had ever done. The torture had been necessary to save lives, but what I did in the end was murder. I had committed murder before, but it wasn't the same. I had. She was holding her bra above her breasts as she was conscious of being watched by somebody. I said not to be shy now and enjoy this experience. I kissed her lips again got on top of her sliding her hands down. I kissed her down and reached her deep cleavage my tongue dipped between her deep mounds and my hands were pressing her boobs. I could feel her erect nipples above her bra, I couldn’t resist and pulled her bra down exposing her womanhood. My mouth lapped on her nipples sucking them hard.