She screams, bucks against the chair and collapses back in an obvious state of sexual satiation.My efforts are applauded with hoots of laughter, claps... and words to the effect of ‘all she needed was a good penis substitute, a good dildo, now no one needs a man, let her go she is reborn’. CIA is busily working her magic on the angora goat’s off spring, who appears to have some sort of mild orgasm. I thought it was a bit fake, but she did produce a lot of jus that made her silky pubes all shiny. She jumped down the table pushed me to the wall and kept her hand on my dick. We kissed again while she rubbed my penis. She pulled down my shorts and underwear and took it by hand. She started stroking it while I kissed her boobs.Then I slowly slid my hand into her pants. I couldn’t find the spot. She giggled while kissing me and loosened her pants. She guided me to the spot and asked me to do whatever I want. After I started fingering her she couldn’t control the moans. She started to relax. Baxter’s wife had said no booze, so we didn’t bar hop.We all got together for dinner at The Keg and then went to our separate hotels. Once in our rooms, we all changed into swim wear and made for the pool. After an hour, Baxter and I went up to the room. Carl was chatting with a brunette by the pool.I showered and then so did Baxter. He came out of the shower naked, got his pj’s out of his suitcase and put them on. I asked him, “Any thoughts on taking a big cock up your ass?”“Well, maybe. Will. He points it to the window beside him where the faint glint of a river is barely visible in the darkness with the bright moon. “You hear them news stories about the girls washing up downstream?” He asks as he looks out the window towards the river. The Man turns towards her and leans forward, looking her over again and licking his lips. “You gotta choice, bitch…”Katie looks down at his cock and cries. There is no other choice. Slowly she lowers her head to his lap, closing her eyes as.