After Rhee and I finished lunch, we then picked which set of sheets to put on which king mattress. Won’t the Gang be surprised when they get here to...orrow! The new beds took up more room than the old queens, but all three bedrooms are large, so there wasn’t any real impact on space.Since Rhee and I had had to postpone our sexual gratification, we were even more interested in seeing what sex was like on memory-foam mattresses. Our first experience suggested that they were a wash. Better in some. Words like “dyke” and “slut” appeared on her locker. The police would do nothing. When “dykes shall die” showed up on her house, it was the last straw. Her mom and dad finally decided that it was time to move because even their house was being accosted with the intense graffiti. That is how Angela really ended up at Susan B. Anthony across the state line. Thankfully the move wasn’t far from where her parents worked so the only thing that was disrupted was Angela’s schooling. Angela opened. I stiffened my back and pressed the length of my stiff cock home into the invitingly tight warmth of her boy-pussy. The sensation was absolute heaven as I pushed right to the hilt. Pepper moved back and forth, slowly at first, making my cock spasm and pulse deliciously; she was enjoying her submission to the full. The a****l in me took over and I released her hand, gripping her soft torso with both mine as I now glided in and out of her gorgeous bottom, my balls slapping hers as I thrusted. "Do you want to cum on them?" she purred. "Imagine my tits stained with ropes of your cum, leaking down my curves. My tits are so big, I could probably lick some of the cum off them." Shit," he grunted, his balls going into overdrive. He erupted.Cum shot into the air, falling upon her dusky breasts in lines of white, running down her curves. Another shot fired up, squirting up her chest to her neck, then running down to join the mess on the rest of her tits."Ohh, yum," giggled Chyna, holding up.