“Yeah, that’s a tight wet little pussy.” When I finished shucking the corn Mr. Miller took it from me, and in one movement shoved it up my cunt... I screamed, the base of the corn was even bigger than Duke’s cock had been. Mr. Miller just laughed and started fucking me with the corn. “Gotta cornhole the little cunt. You know what cornholing is slut?” I shook my head whimpering as he fucked the corn into me, then he pulled it out and showed it to me. It was dripping wet with Duke’s cum and my. Your thumbs flick over the nipples. I moan low in my throat as my back arches, pushing my breasts farther into your hands. You press them together and your tongue finds the sensitive valley between them as your fingers continue to tease the nipples. I place my hands behind your head and guide you to the peaks, silently pleading for your mouth. You lave the right one with your tongue and I can feel the fire shoot down to the center of my femininity. My fingers curl into your hair as the flame. Wonder if she’ll be shy, or meek. I don’t see her being much of a wild cat. A fighter? Perhaps when cornered. Walking towards her table I notice her eyes scanning and her gaze meet mine a few times. I can imagine her hoping to herself that I’m on my way to someone else. I take my time, with each casual step forward. Watching her fidget and fumble with the straw of her beverage while trying to blend in. Which she was doing horribly, she stood out as if there were a neon arrow pointing at her. After a minute or so I came up her and pulled out. We got cleaned up and went back outside and lay down in the sun, after 10-15 mins with Anne now naked lying next to me I started to get hard again so I got Anne's hand and put it on my cock again, Anne reacted by opening her legs wide and I just plunged my cock back into her pussy and started pumping away. It was then Yvonne arrived back to see me shagging her friend. She quite calmly got a drink, sat down and watched me fuck Anne. I have never.