I dropped my head to shield myself from accidentally getting hit, when his other hand grabbed the back of my head. The next thing I knew his cock was ...against my face. He rubbed it across my cheek a few times as we struggled. His free leg pressed against my arm, preventing it from protecting my face, as my other arm was held by his hand. He was laughing, we both were for a moment as we wrestled, before his free hand pulled my head onto his cock. I twisted my face back and forth before I felt. We constructed six great tubs surrounded by laundry tubs. It was a popular place to fight the chill.We cast drift nets from aboard ship and harvested many a bountiful catch. We smoked what we did not eat while our hunters worked the streams for deer coming down for water. The game did not seem to see danger from the water.Porcupine meat is sweet. I know this for a fact as the youths killed many that were attracted to our camp by the prospects of an easy feed. The opportunistic little wretches. He wanted her to have a real bang up cum before he shot in her throat anyway.Hoot reached up and pulled Joani’s hips down, forcing his tongue inside her pussy deep as he licked and curled it across her sensitive, clamping, clasping pussy muscles.Hoot locked on tight, like a vacuum cleaner and sucked her so hard, her little lips went in his mouth and he went deeper with his wild tongue. Hoot didn’t know he could perform like this under pressure, this was good to know.Joani was fucking Hoot’s. ’ There is nothing much similar about these stories, except the basic premise of a shy girl who is lured from her shell by a caring girlfriend and a patient man. ^ ^ ^ ^ Jane Smith finished filing the last of that day’s work, and neatly stacked the leftover documents in her In box for when she returned to work on Monday. She was particular about leaving work with a clean desk, a trait that extended to her private life as well. She lived by the motto, ‘a place for everything, and everything in.