.what a bitch! then I opened my eyes as she was standing naked over me, I don't know when she shed her bikini, but she did, then she took my hand and ...lead me inside to her room and laid me upon the bed and pulled my shorts and went back to sucking my cock but this time she was straddling my face with her shaved dripping pussy that looked like a full blown rose and as the room was full of the scent of pussy she spread her legs to lower her dripping pussy on my face she tasted like sugar as I. With an odd lack of emotion she said, "I know you're lying to me, Alan. But it doesn't matter; very soon, you're not going to be able to lie to me... ever again." "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, with a mixture of anger and exasperation. "Daniel, would you come out here, please?" she suddenly called. Out came the tallest, most imposing Native American I've ever seen. He was well over six feet tall, had straight-shoulder-length black hair; he had long legs, and a lean, but. I slipped one hand up under Ann’s skirt and was squeezing the cheek of that ass that I dearly love. I got Ann to kneel in the sand in front of a large rock and to lean over it. I knelt behind her and lifted the hem of her skirt. I dropped my head to position between her legs and, with my nose in her ass, began to tongue fuck her pussy. Ann was going wild, twisting and shaking. She was guarding her moans so as to not give away our secret location to the walkers on the trail. Then. I could see his cock jerking and that he was fully hard and guessed he was in part turned on by me. He came very close to me and I could see a very slight moist bead oozing from him. I was silent and intensely concentrating on his cock and balls and the device he had around his cock. His tip was purple and the foreskin was all the way back so his knob was fully out. I then realised that I was becoming moist and that I was sexually interested. For about 50 minutes the man stroked his cock but.