Baki sub meri gaand maarte rhe…Lallan bhaiya ne apna maal mere mooh may daalkr bole ki agar tu ye ni pia toh dekhio.Maine ek jhatke may pura ka pura... pe lia..Bake sub bhi bole ki hamara bhi pio…Toh akhir may ajay aya aur bola.Ki aaj se tu humara randi ahi.Jub bhi hum nahane aienge tub he too aiega.Mai khush ho gya aur baki sub chale gye.Ajay ruka raha.Sub jaane ke baad wo bola ki tu meri gaand chaat.Usne gaand falaya..Aur maine aapne pura mooh uske gaand ke beeche may fasakr chaatne aur chusne. In contrast to Julie's Rubenesque form, Amanda was slim, with a runner's figure, muscular thighs, a perfect tight ass, and of course amazing tits. Where Julie's pussy was covered in a layer of dark fuzz, hiding a thick mound and a juicy little slit, Amanda had a neatly trimmed fiery red landing strip and long, meaty, dark brown labia that hung nearly an inch from her pussy. Jim was in good shape for his age, but not especially well hung. That didn't stop Julie from fondling him every time. “We shouldn’t be busy, right after lunch.”“Hey, Mike, can John and I get an hour off after lunch?” Mark called out to our patrol leader.“No biggie,” Mike replied. “Take a couple hours, as long as you are back by four. I need all hands to make dinner for the troop tonight. We have five guests in addition to feeding the troop.”“You got it, Mike,” Mark and I both promised.Mila, Mark, Tess and I hung out and played cards and talked until lunch time. The girls ate with us. Mr. Davis, our 1st. The women were all catty and the men were flagrantly flirting. She figured it was the pheromones. Everyone could tell on a cellular level that she was horny and about to mate. 'Sex is so fucking primal,' she thought and giggled because she couldn’t wait to turn off all the trappings of civilization. Oh my god – it’s only been five minutes. Maybe a quick trip to the restroom herself. He’s gone so it won’t look like she is meeting him for a quickie in the stall.'A what?' she thought. Dana had.