The woman gagged, spittle frothing around the stretched corners of her lips. She heard Jack shouting something below her. And then it was like getting... a warm enema. She could feel hot white cum shooting into her bowels, slicking down her ass-tube. Jack was swearing, his hands striking Betty against the belly. She could hear his feet kicking out under her while he fired load after load of his spunk from his tight, heavy balls."Man, doin' it!"David was next. Striking the woman twice across the. It was insurance.'"He sniffed. "Countess, those guns weren't insurance. I was told to dig artillery emplacements to defend the tip of a long thin hill that ran north and south. The standard plan in that case was a third to the left, a third in the center and third on the right. Simple. Except there were thickets on the left, impenetrable brambles. There was no chance they'd have come from that direction. It was a mistake on my part that turned out not to matter."Again he waved to where, a moon. But when he was courting me, I still had a string of other lovers.The way she said ‘string’ sent a chill down my spine. It was a jolt of fear in dealing with such a sexual woman, combined with excitement. Excitement won.“I grew up in Slovenia, where we have a different attitude about sex,” she explained.She lowered her voice. “He didn’t know it, but Donald rarely fucked me when I didn’t already have another man’s cum dripping down my legs. Or, sometimes it was the other way, I would make love. "But, at least you'd be able to cook."Jer guffawed, and then headed up the stairs. "Have fun with your girlfriends," he said, grinning.Richard just raised a brow at him, and then went down the steps.As he entered the hallway leading to the girls' room, he paused. They did say to be good. He looked down at his clothes, and decided to put something a little nicer on. He didn't know where they would end up eating, but it couldn't hurt to wear something better than old jeans."I don't know what to.