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My fingers are freezing, too.” Mandy was breathing in short breaths like she was ready to give birth as Kim worked the icy, cold hot dog in and out of Mandy's womanhood. Kim looked up at Lance. “So, you want to coat the hot dog very liberally before roasting. It will make the hot dog extra juicy,” she explained. Lance had trouble keeping a straight face. “Does it, Mistress? Did your father teach you that back in the day?” Kim laughed. “No, not quite. He never tried that. Then again, there was that one time that mom came along and they did spend a lot of time alone in their own tent, so who knows.” She withdrew the hot dog from Mandy and slid it on the pointy end of the roasting stick which she handed to Lance. Another hot dog was removed from the package and quickly indian shoved into Mandy. “Geez, Christ!” Mandy exclaimed. “Hey,” Kim said. “There are other holes I can be sticking these into, you know.” That made Mandy's eyes widen. “Sorry, Mistress, I'll be good!” she said. Lance eyed the hot dog, slimy with his wife's fluids all over it. He didn't have a problem with that, he'd eaten her out often enough, but it was still fascinating to look at for some reason. Kim masturbated Mandy with the second hot dog. Mandy was wincing and biting her lower lip as the cold meat rubbed inside her. Eventually, it was removed and replaced with the third and final one. “K, you can get up now,” Kim said once all three hot dogs were covered in Mandy's juices. “Be careful as you cook them that they don't get too close to the flames,” Kim warned. “If you ruin it, we'll have to prepare another one.” Kim sat on the ground, legs crossed as her hot dog hovered over the flames. Lance and Mandy both opted to squat in front of the fire. The hot dogs cooked quickly over the open flames; both Lance and Mandy were careful to heed Kim's warning and not let them burn. Mandy especially. Lance held his hot dog aloft to let it cool; he poked it tentatively with his finger before sliding it off the stick. No one had thought to bring buns for the hot dogs, so he just held it in his hand as he bit the end of it. He didn't notice any difference in the taste at all despite it having been lodged in Mandy's slit five minutes earlier. On reflection, it really shouldn't have been that surprising. The fire would have burned off everything that his wife's crotch had added to MILF the hot dogs. He looked over at his wife and watched as she took india the hot dog in her mouth; she held the meat just like she did his manhood, though he fancied himself a bit larger than the hot dog. “I think,” Kim said, “that Lance may be imagining that hot dog as something else, Mandz.” Lance was confused until he realized that he'd gotten aroused again looking at his wife. “The sun is starting to set,” Kim continued, “so I don't think Mandy needs any more sunscreen. But, at the same time, a rule is a rule and that cock there needs to be attended to. “Now I want to play with my sister,” Mom moaned. It so happened that the ranger came by the next day and Mattie related to him the latest news. We basically look the same, the only thing is her boobs are way bigger than mine, and that's always what men want. “That’s very true. It spread up her legs and when it got to her pussy she realized she was about to have her first orgasm with a man. She sucked in her breath as she felt it hit her and then screamed as it ripped through her, her body jerking wildly as the janitor continued banging on her pussy. Pulling her hair. I had found most indian of the people I had met there sort of in the middle, too. I sat for a moment india as the cold water soaked my shorts. I pulled my torso up off of her and looked down between our bodies to see my stiff penis pumping in and out of her vagina. "Mmmmmm I'm cumming. Maybe she had been waiting for me to ask her. She lowered MILF his underwear in one smooth action, all the way down to his knees (next to his pants).