Lesley thrust against Dean harder feeling that he was close to cumming. She also knew that she was even closer to cumming in front of these watching w...omen.Lesley looked around at the women. “Fuck you, bitches,” she said. “You frigid sluts.”She then looked down at Dean. “Does it feel good Dean? Does your cock like being up my pussy? Do you like fucking a woman old enough to be your mother? Is my stretched cunt tight enough for you? Are my tits saggy enough for you boy?” Lesley teased.Dean loved. Holding her neck as still as I could, I had Manola help me turn her over. Shira's eyes were closed and I watched as her chest rose and fell with her breathing. It was slow and shallow. That too, was not good. I sent Abo for two poles. Using the skins and poles, I fashioned a stretcher as I had learned for my First Aid merit badge. Ever so gently we lifted Shira's small body on the stretcher and then Abo and I carried her into the cave. I asked Abo to stand guard at the entrance and had him ask. My mind was racing with conflicting thoughts, and then through a fog I saw Mandy emerge from the cedar closet wearing a sexy black slip and black stockings. The slip had a slit up the side, and a lacey bodice. I could see something under the bodice, but I couldn’t tell what it was. Mandy started moving to the music that was still playing. She slowly and sensually ran her hands over the silky fabric of the slip, first sliding over her hips, then her midriff. I was transfixed. She was enjoying. But I didn't care. Because hewas fucking me and I was crying out for it, and he was crying back. Andin all the intensity of everything I was feeling and seeing and hearing,I somehow didn't notice that I had reached the point of orgasm. Until Ifelt my clitty twitch and goo was shooting out so hard and far that thefirst spray took me in the face and most of the rest spattered all overmy titties.But I scarcely had time to take all that in, because Daddy was nowroaring, not crying. And even though.