They began together.“I need...” she said.“You need...” he said.They looked ... and tried again.“I’m so...” she said.“You are lonely......�� he said.“Consuelo...” she said.“There was nothing to be done,” he said.“There was nothing I could do,” she said.“No one could have guessed,” he said.“There was so much snow...” she said.And truly, in hesitant manner, the frustration of, not doing nothing, she had done all she could ... it all came out. El Patrón admitted his insistence that the trailer be. Paul was going to use me not as a lover but a whore. Just like the dogs used me. I was a bitch for their pleasure and my feelings didn’t matter.“Paul, if you do this, I will hate you. I won’t forgive you. I beg you not to.”.My words to him we’re empty.He went behind me, placed his cock at the entrance to my pussy, grabbed my breasts as he leant forward, thrusting and withdrawing. Thrusting and withdrawing.“Oh, it’s so hot and wet,” Paul muttered. “It feels wonderful. Even if I die tomorrow this. Damn I quickly continued into the bathroom flushed the toilet and started back out hoping I could see more of her on the way back. As soon as I opened the door she was standing there in her house coat. She then asked me why I was always going to the bathroom when she was going to bed. I stammered that I didn't know, just a coincidence i guess. Over the next week it seemed that she was announcing when she was going to bed I resisted going up stairs after her because I knew I was just going to. .I uh...Oh God!....I ...mmmmm...I'm sorry....Ohhh!" Don't apologize Betty. God you two look so fucking hot! You've got me so horny! I think I should join you."Wilma then stepped up onto the sofa straddling Betty, instinctively knowing that Betty was now far too horny to refuse her, splaying her thighs wide apart, Wilma lowered her now wet, red-haired pussy to her sex-starved friend's face. Betty laid her head back looking up between Wilma's legs, confronting the curly-haired buttery fuck slit.