I felt her ass gripping my fingers, her eyes were screwed tightly shut, then her fruit moved in a blur as she screamed, “Laura.” Her legs came around my neck, resting on my shoulders and her ass lifted up off the bench as she came. She eased her legs down to the floor, motioning for me to stand, then she kneeled in front of me. As her hand went to my clitoris, she said, “Keep fucking, it’s my turn blowjob to watch.” With my legs spread wide and my pelvis thrust forward, I did, I fucked myself hard and fast. I felt my inner muscles clenching hard at my lover inside, then I was cumming. How I managed to keep standing, God knows, but feet the orgasm was even better than the last one. Suddenly, I knew the fruit had burst and yet far more liquid was shooting out of my pussy than from just the fruit. I didn’t know what was happening, I didn’t care, all I knew it was wonderful. As I calmed, I looked down at Liz, she had a huge smile on her face, her tongue was stuck out under my pussy and toes she slurped at the juices dripping out. “The best fruit cocktail I’ve ever had, passion fruit juice and Laura juice.” My legs were almost ready to give way, so she eased me to the bench, “Did I just pee in your face, Liz?” “No my love, that wasn’t pee, I don’t know what they call it but I have heard something about it. It doesn’t happen too often, I think it’s special, anyway it tasted fantastic, especially with the fruit juice.” We hugged each other and kissed for a while, then I said, “I think we should go and wash ourselves in the lake, I need to get these seeds out and then it’s bedtime, oh, and don’t fall down the ladder.” Over the next few months, we were very busy. I firstly, worked on the boat, fitting the rudder and the rowlocks. Now I could row out in the bay, over time I found the best places for fishing and I discovered a shallow area where I footjob could dive for lobsters. They didn’t have huge claws like the ones I had known in England but instead, they had long spiny feelers, they were still delicious though. Liz had been busy clearing a patch of land, where she planted the maize seed, some in quite damp soil near the lake, others in dry soil, it was all an experiment. The damp soil produced nothing, the seeds had all gone mouldy when we dug them out. However, the dry soil soon had small plants shooting up all over the place. Some we watered regularly, others we just left. They all produced cobs but the watered ones had far more corn kernels on them than the unwatered. We were learning fast. Thankfully I've had help in the form of Pallus and Kathleen. She tried to swallow a sob. By this time Sharon has moved down to Missy’s C-cup breasts that are topped with a beautiful brown areola and nipple. He backhanded her across the cheek before she could answer. Are you sure; mike I’M PUTTING OUR BABY INSIDE YOU RIGHT NOW, HERE I CUM,” I say to her as I orgasm rope after rope of baby juice into her. I started walking in the mall and as I walked they kept sliding into my pussy. The girl returned Sarah's smile, and then pressed the button to raise the platform to a steep incline, and Sarah was amazed and admired the way the she just gritted her teeth and drove herself toes onwards, not breaking the pace for several minutes, until she finally moved the platform back to the level and stepped off the machine. Now take your clothes off. The skirt part of the dress was so short that they could easily grope my butt and pussy without having to reach down then up the skirt. Maa’s precum oozed footjob over my fingers. Troy positioned himself between Emma’s legs. I wasn't sure if I loved Aurora or not, but she was definitely the favorite of all my sex slaves. Moreover, useless. I chuckled, “Not really, but what you’re doing feels great.” Then she asked. My fingers found my pussy. "She's willing to take all that abuse to protect you. I would have to stop fucking her when she expressed a need. We were not the only backpackers at The Monkey House. I took out my tissues and quickly wiped my mucus around my butt hole and while still blowjob in the squatting position I wear my track pants. Hours before, she had returned feet home from the Production Prize banquet, flushed with pride at the compliments and accolades that had been showered on her, and completely oblivious to the darkening expression on her wife Synthia's face. I whispered, “I really loved tonight. Her butt was right before my eyes. But as soon as she pulled out, another car took her place, this one driven by a man. I would love being tied up and tickled with a feather duster. My dick made its way out of my pants and the tip emerged from the silken tit tunnel right at Twyla's throat.