The first swipe of her tongue on the head and she tasted the salty cum that she’d forced from his cock with her fingers. It was pungent, but she rem...embered the taste all too well. She’d taken a mouthful of it. It wasn’t that she enjoyed the taste so much; in fact, she found it distasteful and repugnant. It was that she had to do it that made it so exciting. She licked all around the head, but then used the tip of her tongue to rub the very tip until she was rewarded with a jet of thick, salty. “What does that mean, exactly?”“The protest is highly spiritual in nature,” Grant said. “When they have lost the battle to stop SOC, the Native Americans at the site will undoubtedly have a period of ritual mourning.”“So, there you have it. U.S. Marshals supported by National Guard personnel are preparing to move into Yellowstone and evacuate the protest camp so that violence is avoided,” Rhea said. “According to the briefing paper we were given, the encampment will be removed and the land. Satisfied with them, we returned to our site to find Jules riding Jerry as Sylvie and Marva cooked. I motioned for them to continue and smiled. Jerry came in Jules pussy and she lifted off and licked his cock to clean it. While respectable, it wasn't as big as Red's being closer in size to Mason's.Marva said that dinner would be close to an hour and I went into my tent to lay down. Miranda joined me. We began to fondle each other and we quickly shed our clothes and she mounted my cock burying. I wasn’t sure why at the time.When I arrived I was greeted by a pair of twins. They were about 5’ 8” with blond hair in a bun. One was dressed in professional clothing. I suspected she was the boss. The other wore a white top and white pants. Both the shirt and pants were form fitting. The shirt was tight enough to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her large breasts filled and stretched her shirt. I could see the contours of her nipples. I suspected, and hoped, this was my masseuse.“You are.