Or rather a sex pet.After tying him, they left him there and started feeling each other. Arun was tired and fell asleep. Meanwhile, Tara and Kara were...now kissing each other wildly. Kara moved to her knees and started licking Tara. Tara was going crazy and was pushing Kara onto her vagina. Kara was too enjoying this a lot.In around 10 minutes, Tara was squirted (yes, she squirted).Then she did the same to Kara who also had now turned into a sex hungry bitch.Once they both were over, they talked. She gasped for air and then continued to suck me dry.Sarah came and sat by me again and kissed me on the mouth and asked if I liked her sister sucking me off. I said she was awesome and couldn't beleive you fingered her while she mad me cum."oh she said we often gave eachother relief if we were horny and didn't have a guy around"Gina was still stroking my cock which was now getting hard again.Sarah told me to lay on the large rug on the floor, which i did.Gina crouched over my cock and slowly. I remember that people called houses like hers ‘mill houses’. I’m not certain if it was because they were all close to the only industry in town, the Tallassee sewing mill, or because they all looked the same and appeared to be made as cheaply as possible. ‘Fir’d out’a saw mill, they was’ as the old folks would say. When the wind blew you could feel the house heave and sway against it. Cheaply built, it was, but it was always warm and inviting in the winter and bright and cool in the summer. It. Everyone looks at me and all they see is fat. Fat. Fat. And fat.” Ella squeezed Fatima’s hand. “Don’t be silly, Fatima. It’s not what you look like that’s the problem.” “Yes it is. Yes it is. You don’t know, because you’re thin. But I’m not. I’m fat. And all anyone can ever see is a fat person.” Ella wiped the tears off Fatima’s face with a tissue. “Being fat isn’t the worst thing there is. I used to have a bit of a complex about my figure too. I guess that’s why I’m so skinny. And I guess.