I want to fuck everyone who's ever going to see this. I'm just a slut. A whore. I'm a porn-star!"Cyndi giggled and climbed onto the bed, doggy-style. ...he turned to me as she played with her pussy. "Ian, " she smiled. "Would you go get me my dildo? The big one. You know where it is... don't you?"I ran quickly into Cyndi's room and got the dildo out of her top drawer. I came back in and got behind her, kneeling down at the side of the bed so I'd be off-camera."Oh yes... " she panted. "Put it in. Stray tears slowly rolled down one cheek. Daisy tried to turn away but Jake held her fast, brushing the tears away. Nuzzling her ear, Jake whispered, ‘I want you, Daisy. I want every bit of you, every part.’ ‘I-I-I…,’ Daisy stuttered in indecision. ‘I can’t, Jake. It’s too late.’ Pulling away from his embrace, Daisy wanted to get away, be anywhere but near Jake. A roaring began, soft and pounding, that suddenly became a loud and persistent rushing sound that blotted out all thought. Jake didn’t. I really hope that's the case. But either way, enjoy the meal, we'll chat about anything you want, and then we'll go our separate ways. Okay?"She frowned, but nodded, and as the appetizers had arrived, we both started to pay attention to the food.We didn't talk much during the meal, but I did catch her looking at me from time to time. I would just smile and go back to my steak. Finally, as we waited for the coffee, she seemed to come to a decision."Mr. Helton?" Dan, please."She thought a. She knocked on the door and then walked in. Imminently, Debbie and Vonna got into it. First was a lot of yelling, then pushing, then a fight. I thought about trying to stop it but thought they probably needed to work it out by themselves. Besides, I was enjoying it. It was getting intense and clothes were being ripped off and handfuls of hair were being pulled! My wife, a little overweight, and not very strong seemed to be loosing the battle. Vonna had ripped off my wife’s blouse and bra by.