One of them, a middle-aged man with a hunched posture, stringygray hair and bloodshot eyes, turned towards her and asked her in astuttering, creaky vo...ce, "Excuse me... e-excuse me..."Shaneesha's eyes narrowed behind her sunglasses. "What do you want?" sheresponded none too kindly."Is this... is this the train to P-Pittsburgh?" No, you imbecile!" she spat out. "It's a fucking bus stop!"The man tried to say something more, but Shaneesha's patience had runout. Without hesitation, she shoved him. "So, you didn't put any sunscreen on down there? We can't have that. I've got some oil. It's only SPF 4 but it's better than nothing." We walked up to naked Cassia and both of us held out a hand to pull her up. Instead, of grabbing our hands, she grabbed our cocks and pulled herself up. "Ahhhgghh" I let out thinking it would hurt worse than it did."Cool! Built in handles." She said. "I tell you what… We'll each put the oil on each other, one person at a time. That way we all get a two person. " I like that," he said and pulled her down on his hard cock. It slipped into her much used pussy with ease. They both sighed as her thighs touched his indicating that she had all of him inside her. "Just sit still," Thomas said.Suddenly Grace heard Walter climbing up the ladder. In her lust for her son she had not heard or seen him coming. She started to panic. It was too late to pull off of Thomas so she simply turned sideways making it look like she was only sitting on her son's lap.When. And that's when Demie walked in, with this buck-ass naked nymph dry humping me on the couch."Making yourself comfortable?" Demie asked, tilting her head as she looked at us, though I didn't know if she meant Anya or me."Um, um," I stammered, trying to crane my neck over Anya's shoulder at my hellish girlfriend. The fae creature wasn't moving -- well, wasn't moving off of my lap, anyway -- her crotch hadn't stopped moving.Demie smirked and I relaxed. "We have business, Anya," she said to our.