I kept asking for her to fuck me hard, harder. I moaned that I was her little bitch, that I was a little pussy. She then put me in all fours and in on... thrust she drove all of her manhood into me. I yelled "yes! yes!" while she pulled my hair back with one hand making my back arch like hell. She placed her mouth in my ear and told me "you wanted me to fuck you hard eh? You wanted to be a little bitch asshole?" All as she kept pulling my hair back. This was so exciting, the pain made it way to. Her bare behind was pressing against my underwear. It felt great, and I just lay there enjoying it for a while. I moved my hand down her side until I reached her leg. Then I started moving it back up, pulling her shirt higher. She suddenly moved to the side of the bed, turned the lamp on, and sat up. We looked at each other. She grabbed the ends of her shirt and lifted it over her head. I was speechless as I took in the details of her body. Her boobs were big and her nipples were clearly. She wasn’t thinking about the why only that it was enjoyable, almost euphoric. As it reached her knees, Karen, without thinking, unfastened her bikini bottom and removed it, displaying her nice bald pussy. When the feeling reached her pussy, she opened her legs as the feeling moved up to her waist.Her pussy was immediately aroused and very wet and her clit began to protrude as a caress type feeling came over her pussy. “Mmmmmm. Oh that feels good.” Karen was not even thinking about why as she. They were all quite attractive, though Sue seemed so shy that she didn't project herself much. Ann, the older one seemed to have appointed herself spokeswoman and they had obviously been talking in the car. They were more ready for me that I was for them. I served the coffee that I had already brewed and tried to think how to break through the nervous silence. Ann saved me the trouble. 'We understand that you are going to model the underwear for us but we can pick out what we want you to wear..