” She dropped a plastic bag on my lap. I brought my seat upright and looked at the clock: 6:30 in the morning. I opened the bag and the first thing ... pulled out was a pair scissors. Not barber scissors, plain old scissors. “What am I gonna do with this?” I asked holding up the scissors. “I’m gonna cut your hair. There’s also something inside the bag for that thing you call a beard.” She reached over and pulled out what appeared to be clippers. I know I shouldn't have, but her hand digging. Her round breasts bounced nicely. I sucked and nibbled them, left and then right until she grabbed my hair and pulled me off."Oh, eighty-something," she said, gloriously bare and turning left and right under my probing grip and voracious mouth. My fingers explored several caverns, finding warmth and dampness.I flopped back on the bed, laughing, and she immediately began unbuttoning my foreflap. I sat up quickly, held her at the shoulders and kissed her sweetly. "What did you expect?" I didn't. The next person took me missionary style, and the one after that turned me over and had me on hands and knees. The heightened sensations of having that first man inside me became one of just constant movement. I lost all track of whether they fucked me quick or slow, deep or not. I had cocks enter my vagina. I had penises put in my mouth. I had them rubbed against my breasts. I had hands caress and squeeze my tits, pinch my nipples, and hold my head while I gave a blowjob. There was a. "You'll be with Reina?" her mom ask\ed, as if that would make everything ok."Yes, mom, Reina is my best friend!" Jenny responded."Good, then," and she let her daughter go, for then she could have such a weekend with her lover. "Call me if you need to." Those were her last words to her.Meanwhile Ted cradled Megan in his arms and had a refreshing drink (yes, of his special mixture) ready for her when she regained consciousness. He'd known immediately, from his work in pharmaceuticals, that she'd.