Forever encased in loose skirts, they now stuck out in full glory at his feet. He did the logical thing, landing five kicks on her backside. He wanted...to kick her out of her senses. To break every bone for the hell she had made for him. But as they say, women have better uses.Megan,,desperate to escape the thrashes, tried to crawl to the bed, hoping to get up, even if her hands were tied. This had the effect of knocking her bag over, spilling her bitch brigade batch and sash. John's mind. ”“Well, you can practice on me, see how you like it,” Nick said, smiling again.He reached again into the backpack and brought out a little bottle of lube.“You were ready for anything, weren’t you?”He laughed.“I try to be,” he said.“Well, I don’t know if I can go again.”“I’ll bet you can,” he said.He bent down and took my cock in his mouth. In barely a minute I was hard again.“See?” he said.He lay back on the towel, his knees up and legs spread apart. His cock was semi-hard and his balls hung. I thought to myself She is wetter than I first thought! Caity let out another soft moan but this time I looked up at her and saw her looking down at me smiling, she only said one word Deeper. I smiled at what Caity had said and I pulled my finger out and replaced it with both my index and middle fingers, I slid them deeper then before, going as deep as my hand would allow. The pleasure caused Caity to let out one of her soft moans as my fingers were in knuckle deep in her warm, soft and wet. Ah, come on Brooke. Just a little bit. We wont hurt you. John looked her in the eye and nodded yes. Brooke let her pussy think for her. She stepped forward and again there was a hand on her breast as she set the first beer on the table. Four beers and four men copping a feel. Brooke felt wetness between her legs as she left the table and went to the couch to watch TV. Several minutes and several poker hands later the men called to her that it was time for another round of beers. Brooke went to.