There the woman's legs were now wrapped around the fat ass, which was making short, hard, happy thrusts downward. Over the cacophony of the rain I cou...d barely hear a woman's screams.Flipping on the overhead light, I stood lounging against the door as first Sibyl's face and then Randy's popped up over the top of the quilt, looking at the doorway. Their eyes dazzled by the sudden glare of the overhead light and interrupted, as they were, in the middle of an orgasm, neither immediately recognized. Maybe we can pay more to go to a private room and I can have one of them sit on your face, while I suck you deep in my mouth?” I just shook my head and said “not tonight, tonight you are indulging my lesbian fantasy! If that’s ok?” “Ok? Tonight you own me! Tonight anything you want is OK by me! So who do you want to dance for me?“Mmm tonight I own you? I like the sound of that! But if you can, I would like you to choose.”“OK honey, lets see what’s on offer!”Beth caught the eye of the. My God! she thought. He's such a nice kid, how can I think such dirty thoughts about him? What's wrong with you, Mrs. Harold French?Her legs trembled beneath her as she turned and walked hurriedly to her bedroom. Once safely within her room, she closed the door tightly, leaned against it and heaved a long, hot sigh.A minute later she was on her back, centered on the king-size mattress, her housecoat open down the front, her hands slipping down across her belly. There was no reasoning left in. Her ass smelled like sweat and bologna. Cheyenne kept my face locked in her crotch for what felt like ages. I heard women walk into the bathroom and laugh. They knew what we were doing and they called us both pigs. I’ll admit that it felt amazing to be considered as much a pig as Cheyenne.Then Cheyenne lifted one leg and let out a small fart. She didn’t say a word before she pissed directly into my mouth and drenched my face and body. Mike had shown me pictures of women being pissed on while.