"Hey baby, what's the little tats mean?"Olivia was lost in the magic of sex and wasn't really paying much attention. Her body was engulfed in surges o... hormones that clouded everything else going on around her. It wasn't until the guy fucking her... , Julio was it? It wasn't until he asked her a second time that she clued in. "What was that?" she asked dreamily."What are the arrows for?" Arrows, what arrows?" she asked, completely puzzled with the question."These little tats, they look like. Joe explained that he and Fred were long time friends and Fred decided to start a workout routine. Imediately, I wondered how this was going to affect our little post workout arrangement. After we all worked out and took showers, Joe invited Fred to join us in the van for a beer, our little routine as he called it. We all sat in the van drinking a beer and I could sense that Fred was nervous. I gave a Joe a look and he let the cat out of the bag. "Jerry, (thats my name)I told Fred about. He never asked me. I begged him to fuck my butt, Bob. I got down on my knees and begged him like a dirty slut to fuck my ass with his huge cock, and I loved it. His cock felt so good up there, and he made me come over and over every time he pounded his fat prick deep into my ass. I need to be punished for that. Please! Harder! I’m such a cheating cunt, I don’t deserve you.’ Whether Bob knew it or not, she was telling him about the two of us, slutty Lisa, the slut wife and me—more confession. Barry pushed up against her arse; she was wearing thin sexy leather hotpants, the type that show every crevice and hug the skin; pulling his cock out of his pants he dry humped her. He was so aroused that he cum all over her leather pants, moaning and humping and squirting jizz everywhere. “Gross,” was all she could manage.“Don’t like clothes with fresh cum on, huh? I’ll fix that,” said Barry, ripping her leather hotpants and tiny thong off in one movement. She tried to get away, but Barry.