But her hands were pushing me lower and I was not resisting!My lips slipped through the small patch of dense soft hair that sat on the highest point o...f her pubic rise and then broke free into the clear to behold a cleft more stunning than the Grand Canyon! Her thick pronounced vaginal lips curled and undulated like the tide crashing into the breakwater caught in a single moment of power, exhilaration and beauty! I inhaled the moist scent of her arousal and stared in amazement at the puckered,. A spare pair of green camo jeans and a green camo tee went in, as did a couple of pairs of boot socks just in case I had a human partner. It was all about keeping up appearances.I checked in my storage room and found a dozen of the alum foil pouches of Helen's version of MRE made for Swamp Thing. I much preferred them to the government issue version. I didn't eat for nutrition, since it all got wash away. I had to eat for appearances, since I had some taste receptors, I preferred Helen's, not. Ana gave me a wink…Soon I could see the black guy mauling her round boobs; as Ana reached to undo his pants. She pulled out a rock hard black cock with a large purple mushroom head. My wife got to the back seat hiking up her sundress and moving the seat back. The carwash guy got on top of her and his thick dick head started to penetrate my wife. Ana wrapped her arms and legs around his still clothed body. He started to fuck her hard. Anita held on tight so she could get the full impact from his. I laid looking at her, slowly rolled us over and stroked her back, gently running my hands down her legs. She looked so cute in one of my studio shirts, her dark brown hair would drop into her face and she would flip it away. She was going from room to room, not really being nosy, just kind of looking. When she hit my studio she looked back at me and made a silly face then struck an artful poise, then giggled. Scurrying back into the kitchen she opened the refrigerator door slowly. She put her.