Trevor thought Kamille sounded sexier and he wanted her to go by that name. She had always refused before. ‘Kamille?’ she said, ‘That’s a bit... formal, isn’t it? ‘No, it’s your name,’ Trevor said. ‘It’s a sexy name. It’s what I want to call you.’ ‘You’re right,’ Kamille said. ‘It is my name and you should be able to call me anything you want. Kamille it is.’ She smiled at him, put on a long t-shirt with no bra or panties underneath, and headed off to make the omelets. Trevor pumped his fist. So. He got up on the balls of his feet and put his hand in the small of my back. He forced my back to arch, and he started pumping harder. My ass was now angled so he could stick his dick in deeper. His cock went in deep, overstimulating my inner pleasure zone. Jon held me down on his cock. I could hardly breath. My nose was buried in his pubes, his musky man odor, and the taste of his cum in my mouth were driving me crazy. I dug one of my hands into Jon’s thigh and dropped the other down to my. His bottom looked a little red; she thought that was more from the exertion than from the sun as she could see the marks her fingers had left there. They'd fooled around a little while showering and dressing, but it was obvious he wasn't up for another one. She and Krissi had gone out for breakfast, and then she'd driven Krissi back to Bloomington so she could leave for some sort of Writer's Conference in Baltimore. Krissi had several book signings after that and was going to be on the East. When he did, he pulled out and shot his load all over my Ana`s face, hair and neck. The other guy then inserted his hard cock in Ana’s asshole and finished off inside her, with my wife sitting at the edge of the table, and the guy standing there humping her, making her bounce her bottom on the table top each time he thrust into her.Anita still had enough energy to work him hard as she dug her nails into his back and squeezed his sides with her legs as he pumped the last bit of cum into.