Suddenly I heard a group of people approaching. I was way too foregone to care, he nicely started rubbing his dick on my pussy and came to my ear and ...said: “what’s your name slut”. I just realized, I was bent over next to a tree, naked from the waist down with a dick rubbing my pussy, however, I did not know the name of the owner of the dick. I said “Noor, Noor arora”, it was hard to talk, the orgasm had taken its toll. I asked his name to which he said “Daddy”. Then he said, “Is Noor ready to. Then it the obvious thing happened. He lifted his legs.Now she has the free access to his ass hole. She knew there is no need to act ignorant. He knew she would do it. And so she opened her mouth wide pushed out her tongue and began to give long hard strokes at the crack of his ass. He pulled the cheeks wide with both arms on his ass cheeks and made more room for her. He had not washed the place for some hours and so a mixed smell of sweat urine and shit emanated from the rough hair around his. “Oh crap, got some ketchup on you now.” There was a tiny bit on her forehead.“So lick it off, silly,” she laughed. No way. I just rubbed it off with my finger. Sam was planted beside me, still with her arms wrapped around. “How long is it this time?” It was Chelsea chiming in. She was done grinding on her man, who was playing around with the speaker to lower the volume. Here we go with the talk.“I don’t know. six months. Maybe twelve.”“Twelve!? Twelve months without us? By yourself?” Sam was. .." There was more to it, including an intense expression as Mary finished in a sibilant whisper, and it attracted Danny away from his blind quest in the area Randall and Darla Jean had so recently occupied.The threat dissipated, Darla Jean turned back to Randall. "What does THAT mean?"Randall started sidling toward deeper water again; he didn't want Darla Jean going anywhere yet. "It means that I understand; we both kind of approached the idea last Saturday morning that we needed further.