She remembered putting her hands up to protest but it did little good, as Ron's hands furiously stripped her clothing. Betsy knew that she didn't help...Ron but one by one he undid the buttons of her blouse until the front hung open. She flinched when Ron grabbed the loose material and swiftly stripped it from her body. When he yanked her bra strap and pulled the garment from her heaving chest, she felt like dying.Betsy stood frozen on the spot and she could see the two men devouring her. We start off with small talk but soon our conversation turns to last night’s spectacle. “I was riveted” declares Jenna. “Jason is so fit! I’m not leaving this place until I’ve had my fill of him.”“Well if you want Jason then I’ve gotta have Rosa at least give me a blow job” says Daniel. “I’m sure it can be arranged” I assure them.A gentle knock at the door and I say “Come!” (really I know that should be “Cum!”). In walk Jason and Rosa. The room lights up with their full on horny, beautiful. He didn't know that, of course. All he knew was that she was in charge, and he couldn't see the penetration. All he could see was her profile from the back, and one breast. So it wasn't so threatening to him, that first time. It had prepared him for the time he peeked and her ankles were on top of my shoulders. He could see everything, that time. That was the last time he watched, because it was almost more than he could take.But we didn't find out about that for eight months. He came to grips. ‘You’re so pink inside, Bridge. You’re so beautiful! I could just eat you up!’ ‘You’d better, Kris,’ whispered Bridgette. ‘I’ve been aching for it ever since you first whispered what you wanted to do to me. And saying it in the middle of chemistry, too! I’m surprised old Mr. Whitaker didn’t catch you,’ she giggled. Karen’s lucky finger reached down even further, tracing the smooth skin between Bridgette’s sweet pink pussy and her puckered brown anus, softly stroking that fragrant flesh. ‘Oh!.