Jane was conscious of movement in the camp, of figures creeping closer from out of the dark. It might have been her imagination, it was hard to tell, ...but a violent shiver ran through her from head to toe. Anything could happen to her now. If she was assaulted, would Jessica come to help? Would she even be able to? And how could anyone say, afterward, that she hadn’t been asking for it?But she was also aware of Jessica watching her, and tried to focus on that. Her sole purpose in life, she. "Hey there big fellow, I hate to mention this, but this is the second hard cock that's been pressed up against me this evening." I kissed her and she put her head back on my shoulder. "I noticed you've been lent Mike for the evening. Maybe we should return before midnight and the end of the loan, or is the evening going to be extended to the night, anyway?" "Would you mind?" was Jan's response. "Not if I get to hold hands with Steffi," I responded. "Do you think they will go that far?" "I don't. “I am worried you won’t like what you see & we will no longer be lovers,” Chris replies. “Maybe I should be the judge of that. You certainly know what a woman wants and the most erotic ways to please one,” I reply. “OK, next week I will let you touch & we will see what develops.” Why is Chris so reluctant for me to touch and see him? Surely he can’t be a hideous beast. I spend almost every waking hour imagining Chris. Is he tall, short, dark, toned, blond? In my dreams sometimes he is the. Cindy’s fingers began flexing, as if she was wanting to grab or touch something. Normally I would continue past the pussy onto the thighs, just to tease, but not tonight. Looking down on her womanhood (note that we had not turned the lights out) I parted her lips with my thumbs. Her breathing took on a ragged edge as her scent filled my nose. She was right, totally drenched with nectar already running down, wetting her asshole. I felt a quiver in her thighs. When my tongue touched her.