We sat together on the floor, leaning against the couch, and watched television for a few minutes while we drank our sodas. I was so nervous that I ha... no idea what we were watching, and I thought Kayla must have felt the same. I could hear her breathing heavily next to me. Almost by tacit agreement, we both put down our empty glasses at the same time and turned to look at each other. I stared into her deep eyes for a few moments, and then put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her to me.We. No one would use the tunnel again. This tunnel of misery, and pain no longer existed.The other tunnel had several Cartel thugs escorting a stream of illegal immigrants trudging north to what they hoped would be a better life. Any addicted kids had scattered out of the tunnel to avoid the Cartel nasties. Linda killed the thugs. She tore off arms and legs. Tink cut them in half. She left the immigrants alone. They were illegals, yes; but solving the immigration nightmare was not something she. If anyone else was in the changing rooms, they'd know what was going on. Rachel bent down to her knees to taste Mel's pussy juices; the hot shower water still hammering down on them. "Fuck," she thought to herself "Mel tastes good!" Mel's orgasm was so big, she nearly lost balance and ended up sitting on the floor of the shower, the water hitting her stomach and the steam filling the place. Rachel sat down with her and kissed her on the lips. There was silence for a few moments as they sat in. "Oh god! oh god!" moaned the little redhead over and over again as she rode me towards her orgasm."Yeah cum on his cock, you'll love it!" groaned Mrs Jones as she ground her pussy into my face.They both were rubbing their hot bodies fast against me, the little red heads pussy was slapping up and down on my cock and her little ass cheeks were slamming against my balls.While Mrs Jones was eagerly grinding harder and fast against my face, and as they grew closer to cumming, so did I."I'm nearly.