“What makes you think I won’t peek down here?” He chuckled, referring to the fact that the cabin’s windows were just holes, no glass, no shades. They did have old rickety shutters, but they were a pain in the ass cumshot to open and close. It was supposed to add to the “rustic” nature of the place, as was the horse trough and old hand crank well, outdoor showers, and outhouses. They did have electricity though. “I don’t know. Are you that desperate to see me naked?” “Nah, go ahead and change, I can wait a little longer to see you naked, but not too long.” I was laughing as I carried my things inside. I did however, keep my back to the window while I removed my shirt and bra and donned the revealing halter top I knew he loved. When I came out of the cabin, I was greeted creampie with several hoots and whistles from the boys, and gasps from the other girls. Alan anal had a beer open for me. When he handed it to me, he gave me a tender kiss on the lips, and intentionally ran his cold beer can over my boob. The others mounted up and headed off through the trees to explore the deep end of the canyon. Alan held me back. “What?” I asked him. “I want a better kiss than that.” “Just keep your beer can away from my tits this time.” He sat his beer can down and moved toward me. I held my arms out from my sides as if surrendering to him. A gays few seconds into our kiss, he pulled back and whispered, “May I?” I didn’t have to ask what he wanted. “Yes.” I purred in his ear. A second later, he was kissing me again, but this time, he had one hand inside my halter. After about a minute, I pushed him away and giggled, “Don’t expect me to let you do that every time you kiss me.” “Okay” He chuckled as he helped me mount up, “Every other time will tide me over.” I just kicked my blowjob horse in the flanks and left him standing there. “Catch me if you can.” “Watch out, it’s probably pretty shaken up.” Alan told me when handing me a fresh beer from his saddle bag when we stopped to let the horses drink from a small stream. “You really enjoy watching us don’t you? “Kurt!” I moaned. I hate the fact that I'm saying that but push comes to shove he would kill our baby. From the way her body bounced back against my pelvis, it seemed she enjoyed it too. “Sure, why not.” I have been doing some research on this kind of play and cumshot have learned that it can become stale, unless it is diversified once gays in a while. They got up and cleaned themselves up with magic. Still, she was blowjob extremely wet and her pussy glistened like a pearl, which was a good sign. On the other hand, anal if it didn't happen tonight, we might as well break up. Her chest could almost be described as dismal. She had come to hate big ugly dogs ever since her Dad's Mastiff had torn and tortured her and creampie taken her from the front a long time ago.