"Resigned, she untied the robe's belt and pushed it back from her shoulders. As it dropped to the floor, the men all stared at her full naked figure.... "Oh yeah!" one said, hardly above a whisper. "Man, that is one foxy chick!" said another.The leader continued to fondle Anna's breast as he moved up next to her. Putting an arm around her, he looked toward the stairs. "The bedroom? Upstairs I guess?" Anna felt his arm drop down, the other hand now squeezing her round buttock as his one hand. His rhythm quickened. They came together in a crescendo of fucking, his balls slapping up against her thighs. I shot a load into my left palm, the semen dripping from my hand as I watched Jerome slowly pull it out of her hole. As he did so, a grey-white liquid flooded out of her and ran down her thighs. She didn’t seem to mind.A half hour later we had dressed and Amy prepared coffee. I’d rarely seen her so serene. It was as if she had always wanted it be like this.She went to the kitchen for a. "Brad's cock thrust out over his balls like a steel rod as he climbed onto the bed between her wide spread thighs."You bet!" he responded lustily. "Baby, I can tell you now. I've missed that foxy little pussy of yours for some time. It's about to get the best fucking of its life."As he got between her legs, she looked down at his cock and smiled invitingly. She reached out and caressed the head of it with love in her eyes."I hope so, baby," she said. "I've been thinking a lot about you too. Now. “Call my mom, talk to Conny and Melissa, ask Kim and Ben,” I said. “Talk to Melinda and the rest of the staff. Hell, call the people that we’ve interviewed for the cook’s job. Any two people that have seen Brea in her professional capacity will do. You do that and we’ll call the hospital and switch back to Alan if he is available.”“What if he’s not?” Liz asked.“Then you, my dear, are shit out of luck,” I replied.I waited until I was out of the shower before I called my old professor.Like a.