"Yeah," Skye muttered, "Barely felt it..." Tugging her pants back on, Skye was alarmed to find the tight fitting clothing was now much harder to pull ...up over her hips; ass cheeks now spread centimetres apart by the newly inserted butt plug.Removing her gloves, Jemma stepped forward, resting a hand on Skye's belly:"How do you feel?"Rolling her hips, Skye grimaced, feeling an unnerving sensation of fullness:"Like a turkey on thanksgiving."Seeing Jemma's perplexed expression, the brunette. She was carrying naughty and slutty smile and her open hair were catching my eyes. She noticed my pervert eyes rolling all over her body. She said she wants to go to toilet and I showed her direction to ladies toilet. She said she was scared I waited outside and she went to toilet closed door and not sure if it is tap or her sound of her pee we can hear it loudly. The sound of her peeing had been carrying and raising blood in my cock. She came back smiling.Me: done with toilet?Jyoti: yes toilet. “My sentiments exactly,” Bill echoed.It wasn’t much longer before the group was all saddled up for the caravan to get to Ithaca, though the kids were a bit tougher to corral, of course. Luckily, Anne and Therese helped by riding herd on their siblings and the younger ones, due to reasons that remain unclear to the grown-ups. At any rate, they were soon on the road, even if some of the adults were a bit sore as they sat in their various seats. After all, they would have plenty of time to recover. Strong enough to carry her for a lifetime, yet supple enough to massage and fondle. Also, by the way, often cold enough to freeze whatever they touch under the blankets! Move your eyes up those shapely calves to the curve of her thighs and roundness of her tush, and there it is again, the Bermuda Triangle, mysterious and unknown.Well yes, as you may have noticed, I’m a man who loves vagina. Loves the way it looks, the way it smells and tastes, and most especially when treated right, the joy it.