The boys never seemed to mind. Doug returned at a run, zipping up his fly and trying to do his belt. ‘OK!’ he said. ‘Thank you, Dougie…’ Am...nda took the panties. In her little hand, they felt heavy again, warm going on hot. ‘Did you have fun shooting off into Auntie’s little panties?’ To his delight, she squished them between her fingers. The cum was oozing though the lace, getting out… ‘Were they still warm when you nosed your cockhead into them and came your load?’ As she teased him, Amanda. ?"Debbie sobbed and said slowly, "You."Cindy smiled and said, "Good choice, Big Al has big hands, now lay back and bring your knees up. Sorry we don't have stirrups."Debbie did as she was told. She again thought this was a dream but that quickly faded when she felt the cold petroleum jelly being smeared on and around her vagina. Next the probing fingers at first just one then two then who knows how many. Deep within her cavity pushing, turning, and scraping. At last it stopped. Debbie started. So perfectly shaped. Slender and sleek, but also so powerful. Those legs and those hips that you used to drive that massive she-cock of yours over and over and over again into my helpless, battered pussy. (I am shuddering afresh at the memory. And a little sore, too, but not sore enough to keep me from fingering myself.)My mind takes me back to last night. Your she-cock so impossibly big, my pussy so delicate and tight. But you forced it in by sheer brute strength. No matter how much I. I knew the perfect place. About a mile down lake was a secluded cove. No houses and steep banks made it hard to even bank fish there. I snuck in a cock massage as we drove. At some point the motor began running oddly.Pulling in he anchored us, I offered to check the motor. He tilted the outboard up as I began undressing. I wore only a T,cargo shorts and flips. Saying I didn't want my shorts wet I stripped nude and thats when I saw him. Maybe 75 yds away was an old black man on the bank fishing..