“Only if it takes you that long to cum again.”“Maybe we’ll have to see how long it takes you to make me cum again at home,” she hinted.“No...w my face is turning red instead of yours.”Sandra let his cock shrink and reluctantly put it back in his jeans. She refastened several buttons on her top, excused herself, and went to the washroom.While Brad waited for her return, he contemplated texting Abby as to what he and Sandra had done. Then told her about the fun they were having and she’d be a good. I emailed the guy and told him to set it up with his crew and we would come there for the weekend and have a room ready. He asked how many guys and I assumed he had 2 or 3 so I told him she wanted them all. He told me he would get the ball rolling and I told him what weekend we would be there. I emailed him the hotel information and we set a time to begin at 7:00pm. I informed my wife and she seemed to get more excited every day leading up to the event.The day arrived and we made the trip. When. Her hands were not on my ass this time, she used them to hold her knees and keep her legs wide apart and in the air while I rammed my hard cock up her wet cunt, over and over. She just wanted powerful thrusts in and out of her until it brought her off. Her position was all about getting as much cock as possible up her twat.She told me encouraging things, how she loved my fat cock. She said that my cock was big enough to stretch her pussy and she loved to feel so well filled.When she reached her. The floors were made of rough cut wood that would give a person who wasn't careful horrible splinters. The roofs sagged with water and required men to occasionally lift the canvas so that the water could run off. The air was smoky from damp wood struggling to burn despite the assistance from ground seep oil taken from the supply wagons.As horrible as the buildings were, they served their purpose. The men dried out and got warm. Morale rose and the people gathered in the buildings turned to more.