I began to slap harder into her, my fingers going as deep as they could, stretching up inside. I could feel her vagina stretching easily to accommodat...e my three fingers, my palm sticky with her juices.“Oh go deeper Annie, go deeper,” I could hear her gasping. I wasn’t going to get any deeper like this: so, forming my fingers into an arrow shape, I added my baby finger. Abi squealed as she felt all four fingers pound into her, going as deep as the bottom end of my thumb. I tickled up inside her. She began to feel her own juices leaving her body and she rubbed vigorously, which wasn’t helping. She removed her hand from her vagina; this wasn’t soap. She was getting horny, and it wasn’t even her doing. She frowned, gasping for air, attempting to let the feeling go away. Right now she wanted relief, so, double checking to make sure no one was around, she decided to help herself. She reached down and began to massage her parts; it felt good, and she was noticing how suddenly horny she was.. We got to their room and they had more breakfast stuff laid out. They gave us our “wedding” present- tickets on Southwest Airlines and 4 days and 3 nights down at Disneyland, starting the next day. As it turned out, it was all John’s idea. He knew how much I love Mickey Mouse and that I’d never been to Disneyland before.What a great fucking honeymoon!Thinking back, I can’t remember us fucking each other any better than we did during breaks from the parks and after turning in each night. But. Throughout the meal, the guys talked. They talked about work, about fishing, sports, and then about me. Sir informed them that I was open for use, none of my holes were off limits, there were no stipulations about condoms or cum, that my asshole was a convenient urinal, I was to be naked at all times, and I was in general, a fuck pig for their enjoyment. Sir offered me a bite of fish, and I slurped it from his fingers. When he had finished eating, he set a plate of food on the ground for me.