It was obvious that she was enjoying what Bobby was doing. She began to buck and scream like I do. At last Bobby moved up and inserted his peter aga...n. She seemed to remain on high as she met his every thrust with a thrust of her own. Bruce who scooted down on the floor beside me whispered in my ear, “You know Donny’s right. I bet I can get five or six guys here by noon tomorrow.”I thought about it for a moment and said, “I hope I can wait.” My tingle was beginning to grow.“Are you ready. "Youlove them so much, suck them," she demanded. I complied, moving backand forth from one huge nipple to the other, as I felt the wetnessseep from her and drip on my abdomen. When she'd had enough, she movedback and stuffed her steamy pussy with my cock. It was like being ina hot tub. she took my full length with one stroke, and shimmied ontop of me. Then she put her hands on my chest, groping me through theshirt. I felt so puffy there and I almost came when she played withme like that. . I stuck my hand out to the older man who stood. He was dressed the best, so I asked, “Reverend Black?”“That’s right and you are?” he asked.I’m Ray Selfridge. My friends call me Sarge. This is Bitsy,” I said leaving it up to her how much she wished to divulge.“This is Jerome,” he said pointing to a man several years younger than Eddie Marsh.“Hello Jerome,” I said extending my hand to him. He just stared at me. I was beginning to feel out numbered.“Jerome, we need to ask you some questions about. When she was satisfied that she looked more or less as she had the last time Chrissy had seen her, she quietly opened the door and made her way downstairs. She wondered whether she would find Chrissy still passed out on the sawhorse or, worse yet, curled up in a ball somewhere, sobbing from her traumatic experience. She opened the downstairs door as softly as she could, and was just about to call out Chrissy’s name when she saw her standing by the couch.She was fully dressed. Her hair—and.