Susan was purring like a kitten. I played with her tits, kissed her on the mouth.I wanted to pierce her canal with my black rod. I said " damn Big Jim... save me some, you are going to have her sore before I get my turn. Thinking to myself ain't no way in hell that shrimp dick could make a pussy sore.Again I said save me some in a c***d like voice. At my request Big Jim panting became heavier, their fucking sounded like someone stomping in a puddle of water. Mrs. Susan had to be weather than a. It was exhilarating, my cock bounced in front of me with each step. The only sounds were the birds in the trees and the leaves under my feet. I began to rub myself slowly as I walked, leaving the clearing and my clothes further and further behind. After a couple of minutes I stopped under another large tree and stood leaning back. I felt the rough bark against my shoulder blades and buttocks, the cool air on my legs and stomach and most importantly around my balls and hard cock. I closed my. My hand kept on returning to rub her garter belt. She giggled each time I did this, but after a few more minutes, the giggles took on a certain breathy quality to them. ‘Well, what is this?’ Carrie asked. She had spotted something else. She gently pulled my hand over to what she found. I could tell right away that it was another magazine, probably of a nature to make Playboy look mild. Its physical form seemed to match its content. It looked like it had been rained on and dried out several. With her other hand, she reached for the bulge and grabbed hold of it. His cock was as hard as a steel rod. Wendi looked at him again, and said in a low, deliberate manner, "Kyle, I am going to ask you something special. You don’t have to do it, but I would like it very much if you did. I am a virgin. I am as horny as hell all the time from my corset squeezing my insides. I want to feel a nice, hard cock in my pussy, and feel the hot spray of cum fill me up. I want you to fuck me, right here,.