Her short, red hair swayed about her face as she stroked my knees.“Girl problems?” she asked. “You and Tonya, right?”I blinked as shock knifed...through the gray murk that hugged me and made everything feel so heavy and dense.Sam grinned at me. “Well, it couldn’t be boy problems when you have Dad.” Her hands pressed up my skirt, caressing my skin. My toes flexed in my shoes as heat rushed up me. “So ... you made a move on Tonya?”I nodded, my heart quickening as she pressed my skirt higher and. Angel climaxed again while he pounded her & was still climaxing when the next guy began fucking her cunt again.There were only about 35 guys present totally during this time. Some of them arrived during this time but we made a point of telling them what to do & they happily joined in too.By the time 2:30 got there Angel had been fucked in either her cunt or asshole 53 times. The 53rd guy was then pounding her asshole again too & Angel was climaxing again as well. Even though it looked like he. He rubbed his fingers over the raised letters of her name as he grew and instant chub in his pants. "Give me call" was all she said before leaving out the shop and rounding the corner back to work.That was a week ago today, a week of nude texting and horny photo sharing; a week of thick black cock pics and white and wet pussy; and they both were at their boiling points. Any time Jason saw the name Camilla come up on his phone he became hard as a rock in seconds. The same could be said for. One of clerks demanded, "You're not married. Are these for you then?"Blushing furiously, I explained with *beet red* face, "These are for mewhen I'm running. I read an article about it and want to try it." Theclerks (yes, they congregated around helpless, bashful old me, likesharks after chum....) smiled and winked amongst themselves, and *I*wanted to shrink up and blow away. I did go back to the store weekslater at an entirely different time (to avoid the original clerks) foradditional pairs.