B was way over stimulated too, his cock needed release. The taste and smell of K pussy made him continue to work on her. She was addictive and he just...wanted more and more of her juices. He wanted it now, no he needed it!She couldn’t take any more her clit was swollen and red and throbbing! But if felt so fucking good and at the same time hurt. His mouth was slowly pulled back off of her pussy and she pulled it up as she looked down at is face. It was covered with her wetness. Her cum coated. By then I'd convinced myself that we were going to end up on poverty row if you lost your job and I hated the idea of us being destitute and homeless. Oh I know I was being overly dramatic, but at the time I was bombed half out of my mind and not thinking clearly. I told him that he had to promise me that you would never find out and he promised. He promised and then took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. He told me to get undressed and ready for him while he got rid of the other. In fact I was quite an expert on their undies, and loved chatting to them knowing much more about them than they suspected, especially how their holes smelt. In fact once I chatted to Kari while I was wearing one of her thongs and had one of her tampons snugly up my arse!Kari was Indian and dressed like a whore. She generally wore short skirts and owned no panties bigger than a tiny thong. Her tits were genuinely massive – you know that Dolly Parton’s tits are 40DD? Well Kari’s were 38DD!!! (I. I found her panties first and was able to work under those as well. She was practically bald, bless her, I love trimmed pubic regions. She was dripping wet and accepted my first finger eagerly. Then a second and that was about as good as I could do considering the angle. She didn’t seem to mind and was actually pushing her pussy against my hand. It dawned on me that I might be getting luckier tonight than I previously thought. We labored thusly for awhile then she came up for air and kissed me..