They made big eyes and their games stopped. Christine laid on her back into the water and her tits floated to the surface. I swam breaststroke and was... happy to be able to hide underwater. It was nice to feel the water against the bare skin. The three men were lying on the beach staring at us. Finally we had to get up again and go hand in hand to our towels. Christine laid down on her back and I followed her example. I saw that the guys had bulges on their shorts. The darkest of them even. What else did dad do to you Sylvia…..she went very quite, well Frank persisted, Sylvia’s face was glowing red as she blurted it out, everything after mum died he was lonely he did everything. What was everything Sylvia, did he fuck you...yes...often...every day...did you suck him...yes...did he fuck your bottom...yes. One final question Sylvia and you must answer honestly. Did you enjoy it Sylvia...yes...did you miss it...yes...the spanking yes David did the other but not quite so forceful….and. It was seldom that an entire gang would victimize a lone female traveler. Still, it was commonplace enough in the Holy Land and the surviving female Pilgrims had many tales of brutality on the road to the holy shrines of Christianity.She had to admit that when the returned Pilgrims and nuns repeated the stories around a campfire it would make her horny and she would rush to find Sir Roland to gain the succor of his certain passion.Fortunately, her new friend the Moor was attuned enough to. Shouting jibberish Filipino words and noises. She always whined like a girl.As she headed towards her first penatrative orgasm of this session I felt her clampen up rhythmically as I grinded slower in and out of her, putting all my weight into each slow hard thrust. She screamed my name again and I spurted a little straight into her completely unprotected fertile hole once again. We lay cuddling looking mystically into each others shy. Shortly after she fell asleep in my arms. With her pussy.