.."Karla started to cry. She was afraid and not to mention still exhausted. Vicky hugged her and consoled her.Karla: (thru her tears) "I'm sorry Vicky... I guess I'm not thinking clearly but I just didn't know what to do."Vicky: "Why do you have to DO anything? Why not just not answer the door or tell them that you don't want to do it, or call the police?"Karla: "Oh.... I can't do that!"Vicky: (bewildered) "Why not?"Karla: "Because, I WANT them to fuck me."Vicky: "WHAT? You're crazy!"Karla: "It's. I thing he felt he should be doing more for me but just didn’t have the time. The summer before I joined the military he got me a job down at Manhattan Beach and I turned from a redheaded Irish kid into a brown skinned Italian by the end of the summer. It was basically just picking up trash because the lifeguard jobs were all staffed by these older fucks that were into body building and were more interested in showing off their muscles instead of focusing on the girl’s pretty backsides in those. She tried to reconcile and rationalise what was happening but she was going, drifting into that orgasm state. Suddenly she felt a hand on her forehead, it wasn't Mark, he was driving in to her from above. Her eyes shot open and saw Jon's eyes, 'come for me' and she did, and as she did he kissed her and she let go, filled up, fucked as instructed . . . and kissing her man. Jon had told her that there was a special detached intensity in kissing someone you loved whilst taking an orgasm from. I was sucking on it like a lollipop. He also put his hand on my head and started fucking my mouth like it was a pussy. He began giving me strokes and with this, his dick was reaching every part of my mouth.After giving him a rough deepthroat for 10 straight minutes, I was gasping for air. I still couldn’t make him cum. He said, “Damn bitch, I was just about cum in your tight mouth. But now I am going to shove my dick in your slutty pussy.” I bent my mouth to the floor raising my ass towards.