I smiled to myself.I put on my robe and went in search of Martin. In the kitchen I found his note GONE FISHING. I frowned. I needed to know how he fel..., his thoughts, his emotional state. I needed to talk to him.What would I say when he asked me how I was? The truth. It had been unbelievable. The guys had ignited a fire inside me that had burned bright and even now gave a warm feeling inside. After Martin had left the bedroom, the guys and I had partied hard. They had fucked me over and over. Her beautiful hairy pussy was a sight to behold. She said, "I love to watch you jack off and I envision it is my hand rubbing your hard, hairy dick. I love when you get to the point of your climax and tell me you want to shoot your load into my mouth." That's all I needed to hear. I stood up and moaned as my hand stroked "I want to cum in your mouth." It was her signal, she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth directly in front of me. The timing could not have been better. I shot my thick. "You absolute joy! Your pussy feels so good!" Fuck me good," she groaned. "Oh yes, fuck me good. Show me what you can do with your prick."She was glad she had already sucked him dry. She knew he wouldn't have been able to last long if she hadn't. His prick felt like he hadn't used it in years, and perhaps he hadn't. It was a damned waste, especially when she knew there were so many girls like her who needed a good fuck. She reminded herself that she should pimp him out to her sex-starved. She wore a tight blue dress, very short, and was pulling on her right stiletto, whilst balancing on her heeled left foot. Driving in monster heels was bloody impossible. “Wow, you both have the same car, and your hair is the same, and you’re both dressed exactly the same!” Enthused Tracey.“Exactly the same,” thought Angie, “Right down to the miniscule black silky thongs. That and the tiger tattoos with its black and grey shading covered all their arse cheek, though that was different. Hers was.