I counted the stitches afterwars and there must have been 20 needles in her udders. I couldnt hear her say anything. She was fainted away again.Now he...was unchaining my slut. She was now really weak i could hear on her moaning. He laid her down on the bed and fucked her deep throat and then in her pussy. She didnt seem to feel anything. Her pussy was so wide. I heard ass pounding. And i could listen to the symphony of her heavy pussy rings. He groaned like a pig while fucking my worthless. “Cool!” She gushed, bouncing on her toes briefly, which did interesting things to her chest. “Should I bring this?” She held up the game, looking at me questioningly.“No need,” I said as casually as I could. “I’ve already got it.”“Okay,” Debbie replied, reaching back past me to put the game away. Her perfume was light and flowery, but it had a seductive depth. I liked it. “See you tomorrow, then.” With a wink, she turned and left, giving me an amazing view of her arse as she did. The bottoms of. Within a couple hours, Karen was feeling no pain (read that ‘getting pretty drunk’), and suddenly announced we were doing shots (this from someone who has maybe one glass of wine every two months). She cut up some limes, grabbed the salt, and brought out the Patron Silver. Somewhere around the fifth or sixth shot I wasn’t surprised to catch Kirk staring at Karen’s tits straining against her thin bikini top - they were hard to miss. What I was surprised by was the fact it really turned me on. I. ” This wasn’t going as planned. Her face, her smile, her exquisite body were overwhelming me. For some reason I could think of nothing but pleasing her. I was thinking like a love-struck teenager. I almost slapped my own face to snap me out of it, but before I could her voice interrupted my thoughts.“There’s a bottle of lotion on bedstand,” she said sweetly. When I looked up, she was lying face down on the bed. My raging hardon was yelling for me to jump on and go to town, but somehow all I did.