Then we spotted a couple more coming toward the airstrip."Shit Jackie I forgot I had a flying lesson coming. I'd better head up to the house. I'll bet... that's the teacher up there with that small one." I said."Probably is, I'll go with you and rustle your nag for you. That way you can just climb in and get started. Watchin all these guys work is making me tired anyway."We rode up to the one that had landed near the house. The pilot was out of it and watching us approach. When we got to her I. And delighted. She can hardly get her hands around its thick girth. She slowly eases her fingers around its head, tugging the foreskin, running a finger over the tip.Then there’s another cock in her other hand. she treats this one the same.The crowd parts and now you can see. Your wife has men all over her. Groping her tits, licking her cunt. she has a cock in each hand as she deep kisses the owner. She see’s you. But she doesn’t care. She loves it.They lead her over to a table her skirt now. His damp, dark hair clung to his stubbled jaw and she admired the masculine lines of his chin and mouth. She could almost smell the desire radiating from him. She stepped the last few inches into him, pressing her nude body down the length of him, her nipples hardening against the chill of his sodden cloak. He shuddered slightly at the feel of her, closing his eyes briefly. His free arm gripped her waist suddenly, pressing her tighter against him. His lips found hers, his tongue greedily. It's huge and heavy." She stroked with both hands, down and down, like an endlessly rippling vagina, yearning, stretching my skin."If you get it riled," I whispered, pulling her gown to her waist and forearms, "then you will have to soothe it, calm it, satisfy it." I did one boy in my hands. He squirted on my dress." If you keep rubbing me, I will too," I told her, putting my hand on hers, stopping her."I let one rub my hair on his thing," she whispered, "but he did not come. He wept." Poor.