During a hot summer, I arranged to meet a couple of men on the riverbank. I took a lot of time getting ready, shaved my body. Got on white underwear, ...basque, thong and stockings. Heavy make up with red lipstick, blue eye shadow and blusher. I lubed my pussy and plugged myself. I then selected a floral summer dress and decided to wear my brown bob wig.I drove to near the meeting place, walked to the meeting place, feeling wind under my dress, sat on a bench and awaited my men. They both arrived. They looked like locals, and from what I could see, they’d been shot in the back. Some of them were women and children. The younger children looked to be alive, though dazed at what had happened to their parent. A couple started to cry as I stepped past them.The sight tugged at my heart. As I moved forward, pressing on and moving carefully up the hill, I called back to Gogra over my throat mic. I told him what I had found, and suggested sending a few women forward under the watchful eye of one. She could feel it and moaned and reached back and grabbed my hands to ensure I stayed inside her (like I was going to pull out now!).I was surprised: my cock just kept convulsing--8...10...then 12 times with a few little aftershocks. Each time I pulled her hard against me and each time she moaned and got a little weaker in the legs.When I finally had my last spasm she and were crumpled on the bench with me still deep inside her.After a few seconds I went to pull out, but she said:"I want to. Marella’s left hand moves to her bare mid-riff and then slips under her soft short yellow skirt to her panties and now wet pussy. Marella reads how John wants to tie her up with pink satin cords and lick her pussy and drive her to orgasm after orgasm. How he has special devices to restrain her and spread her legs, devices she has never even imagined. Marella imagines this sexy older man with his head between her legs, a vibrator and tongue working her pussy; his fingers teasing her skin and.