She walked around to the front of me to pull the robe across me and tie it. Before closing my robe she looked down my body with a wicked little twinkl... in her eye. “Oooh! Smooth like me,” she giggled. “What?” I replied. Not understanding what she meant. She put her hand down and touched the smooth, shaved skin of my mound with her fingertips. “Smooth like mine,” she repeated. My whole body gave such a jolt when her slim fingertip touched me that I almost let go of the towel rail. There was no. He wasn’t as rough to her as the first guy was, but I guess the first guy loved to have first round on new bitch, while she was still ”untouched”, virgin.I could only close my eyes, but I had to listen to everything that happened in that room. The guys grunted with their deep voices and Karen cried from fear, pain, shame and pleasure. They also fucked her ass, and my wife almost fainted from the pain when the first black cock stretched her hole to allow his member to enter her. Karen laid there. .. and funnily she, thought lasted a bit too long. She apologised if his shirt and shorts were damp after the hug, then offered to get him a drink, as she was going to get one herself. Kevin had an Eureka moment right then: perhaps the key to Pamela lay in booze, she was very tottery and, as an ex-university graduate, he knew all about plying girls with booze. Severely denounced and punished if found ... but hey! He tried to make sure that her glass was never empty after that point.The party. While the complex had 8 or 10 units, he said most of the folks who lived there worked in the adult entertainment industry and slept most of the day. He wore a Ergowear MAX Suave Thong in a lavender and wrapped his arms around me in a big hug. He told me to join him on the deck chair, and I did. He watched as I stripped and we chatted suggestively. His muscles rippled under some sweat and some oil, but his cock started straining his thong. I confessed that before I knew his name I called.