Momma and I tried catching it , but it was messy. Momma started licking the cum off my chin as well.The guys behind us really started fucking us hard ...t this point. Momma and I had to grap the pole with both hands as we were pummeled away on by our black studs/ The excess cum dripped down our chests and off our bouncing breastsThe big cock inside me started to swell and the intense nerve sensations were setting me off . My faceless fuck grabbed by the hips hard and rammed his cock home. I. After a while , I felt somethingbrush against my bottom and I casually glanced behind to notice amiddle aged person of about 50 plus standing behind me, with ashoulder " Jolla" / sling bag .He too appeared stuck in the crowd. Iagain felt something brush against my bottom and I realized it was thisold man' s hand resting on the " jolla" bag . However , after a fewminutes, he brushed his hand a couple of more times and then verycasually lets his hand lightly rest on my sari on my buttocks -. ”She smiled. “It’s cool. I don’t mind.” She removed her hand from my leg and patted the dash of her car affectionately. “It’s not like I can’t spare a little money for my new friend.”New friend? I barely knew her, and she barely knew me, yet she considered us friends? I didn’t know what to feel, but the small smile on my face made me realize that I liked the idea.“Here we go,” she said, pulling into a parking lot for a strip mall. She parked the car and climbed out saying, “C’mon. This won’t. “Or you could give it to me, and I’ll make sure she gets it.” “Actually, I wanted her to stop by my office as well.” “Okay, Ms. Powers. I’ll let her know.” “Thank you … Bree is it?” “Bree it is.” Eh, she’ll forget it by tomorrow. I approach Mr. Reynolds’ door when I hear a tapping, like moving furniture. I slowly turn the doorknob and I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was Tiffany in her cheerleader uniform, her skirt.