..ohhhhhh yes right there girls , right there ''leaving our pouch and teasing our plugged ass buzzing , pushing it down over the pantymoaning and suck...ng loosing controlboth help ass up on the back seat Miss Cassandra looking at the black horny guy pound our lil cunt ass in turnunpluged in turn and replacing it with his big juicy cockmoaning side by side daddy turning our face helping us kiss and watch the other moan becoming 2 little fuck holes who just wants moreMiss Cassandra having way too. I wasnt for sure what he meant by that, but I was to excited to ask any questions. I could feel his dick at my opening, slowly pushing against me to get inside. I kept telling him he was to big, he said it would only hurt for a few, to relax and it would go in easier. I felt the head go in, I screamed in pain, telling him to take it out. He stopped, pulled it back out. Told me to stay laying just like that, while he got a lubricant, asking me when was the last time I had sex. I didnt answer. After a litle exploration i had dissconnected the output at the pump to discover a pair of purple satin panties lodged firmly in the pipe, Sheilas face went bright red when i pulled them out of the pipe. I said to her "these look nice, but i'd bet they would look nicer if they were on you". Sheila blushed even more and then laughed. As i finished putting everything back together Sheila came back into the kitchen, now wearing a dressing gown instead of the jeans and tee shirt she'd been wearing. Her index finger and pointer crept along Francis’s outer pussy lips while her middle finger teased her inner folds. Several languorous strokes brought soft whines from her mouth. She clamped her mouth shut to keep the low whimpers below the din of Patrick’s cooking. The sound of a spatula transferring eggs to plates warned her that time was short. Cautiously, she sent three fingers between her beefy curtains to prepare her canal. Her pinky joined the endeavor once her womanhood was loosened up..