One of them was ginger-haired and had a clump of the same hued hair on his barrel chest. The other was a very tall black man with wide shoulders and n...rrow hips that indicated his athletic prowess. Fiona judged them to be both not yet 30 and most likely unencumbered by spouse or little ones. They were ogling the girls on the beach making whispered comments on their southernmost assets and the size of their boobs. She could not help but wonder how depraved their descriptive efforts really were.. While he was at it, he grabbed a handful of ass, too. Into each orifice, he inserted probing fingers. Angela’s vaginal opening held several exploring fingers wile her anal opening stretched to accommodate two.Angela had to admit to herself that she had never loved any other cock as much as she loved the swollen one between her father’s legs. Perhaps her adoration had something to do with ‘forbidden fruit’ or maybe she was a woman who just loved them big and beautiful. Whatever the reason,. I wanted so badly to see my creamy white cum all over his dark skin. I craved to taste both of our cum together.As I started to get my bearings, I looked down and I was a hot mess. My bra was off and twisted under my shirt. My panties were around my ankle, and I was dizzy, hot, and sweaty. I slowly started to get myself back together. I dressed slowly and made sure I was neat and presentable again. I stayed in the stall another few minutes, trying to cool down and get myself back together.I. ”“Well, not right now. We should probably shower, dress, and straighten up my room.”We reluctantly got out of bed and quickly showered, dressed, and made the bed. Katy lit an apple-scented candle, and we went downstairs to get something to drink. We were sitting at the kitchen table drinking lemonade when her parents arrived home. We joined them for about thirty minutes in the great room to talk, and then Katy walked me out to my car. We exchanged a deep, longing French kiss.“Mike,” Katy said.