I couldn’t see her anus in the light, but my tongue found it. There was a throaty moan and I made a mental note of it before going back to her pussy... This time, I rammed my tongue in as far as I could go and let her ride my face.　　　　The two women kept the same pace. Kid you not. Each of Dana’s hips was a stroke on my dick from Aysel. I don’t know how I got so lucky to go from being killed to being in a three-way, but this was heaven. Or so I thought.　　　　It went on for what seemed like forever.. My frilly black skirt was bunched up around my waist. My black panties were almost in my line of sight. He had forced them off me while he dragged me over here. I could have fought back. I think I did, it was hard to remember. I've always had this problem of being too submissive. Too afraid to fight back. It wasn't helping.Behind me was the dean of the college I was going to. His pants were at his feet, and his cock was plunging deeper and deeper into my pussy. I don't know what had gotten into. . you keep looking at me, bite your lower lip and slide a hand on my leg, just caressing my knee, playing with my hair, you like feeling my body hair in your hands... your hand moves around and is getting closer to my thighs. I swallow and realize what's going on. I look at you and start getting horny too, you pretend you don't know what you are doing and keep looking at the road. It's as if your hand was alive by itself... you keep getting closer and closer to my dick. You feel something hard. Yokum told me to stay and help you when I get this last load hauled up here and unloaded,” Hoot told them.“Hoot, I sure wish you’d stop by the break room and get Shirley’s and my lunch boxes out of the ice box. We can eat up here, and save even more time. Mine’s the red one and Shirley’s is the blue one,” Mira said.“Mira, that’s a great idea. We can have a little picnic back in the shade, and rest up a bit before we have to get back to work.“Hoot, there’s a jar of sweet tea in there too, bring.