I watched in fascination as huge globs of Alan's semen plopped in to the bath. Finishing up, I hurriedly dressed in just a pair of slacks and a baggy ...umper, it would be a waste of time putting on underwear, I'd be whipping it off in a few minutes. I was ready for my appointment with Carol and her toys. I ran a brush through my hair and reapplied my smeared make-up.I got to Carol's house in record time, Alan's recent attention to my rear had me fired up and raring to go. Carol opened the door. There was no need for much foreplay as both Roger and I were already acting like a****ls in heat. As if he read my mind, he turned me around and put me in the "doggie" position. Immediately I could feel the head of his huge cock entering my soaked pussy. Being as wet as I was, it slid easily right in up to his balls. Then he began fucking me like a jackhammer. In what seemed like just 4 or 5 stokes of his cock, I began to squirt my pussy juice all over his balls and his thighs. It was. She could just see him as he gazed lost in concentration through the two-way mirror at Kathy Cummings' flawless, exquisitely symmetrical body, legs spread wide, writhing passionately under the paunchy, short cutlery executive. His heavy, log-sized cock was plainly visible driving deep into the soft hairlined folds of her ravenously working young cunt. June knew instinctively that Max was probably jerking-off, just as he said he often did as he watched her involved in some obscene act with one. “Look what you did, you little cunt. You killed your Lover Boy.” Cato mocked. “Stupid bitch.” He snapped. Seconds after he spoke, a cannon sounded then about a minute after, another one sounded which caused Cato to chuckle and look around. “Clove is doing a good job.” I looked from Cato to the girl in his arms who had stopped struggling and was watching me. I wanted to help her so bad but Marvel had a vice grip on my braid. It hurt so bad that I could barely do anything. What Cato starting.