." the man had said while he watched the dogs taking me. He actually said that quite a lot, like he really couldn't believe what he was seeing and it ...id sort of embarrass me a little, but mostly I was sorta busy."Where's all that cock going, bitch?" he'd asked me at one point, after Bush had locked up with me and I was just coming down from what seemed like my hundredth orgasm of the night."I don't know..." I sighed and then giggled a little. "I guess I stretch."He laughed at that, rubbing his. I spread as wide as i could so George could see. he reached over and grab my breast through my top and squeezed hard, i started pushing my hips out trying to get beckys tounge deeper in me, i took her hair in my hand and "encourged" her to get deeper. George started calling us names, "whore, sluts, fucking bitchs, nasty hoes" as he told becky to stick more fingers in me, she started to push 3fingers into me and her tounge flipped over my clit.AS i screamed the cab down george pulled over he had. And in those forty-five minutes she did everything except fuck me. She kept me at a fever’s pitch the whole time. She wasn’t the one who was impatient to have sex because it was new to her.I was.She reduced me to a moaning wreck. She masturbated me to orgasm, and then stopped at the critical moment. Because I was about to spurt, and didn’t want to without her hand, or mouth, or pussy involved, I made the mistake of pinching my cock off at the base, to stop me from ejaculating.She was a smart. My mother set down her coffee and for a moment I thought she was going to accommodate me but Mrs. Wills beat her to it. Though slightly bent over the table, she put both hands on my waist and pulled at my underwear which promptly became hooked on the head of my erect penis. I grunted. When she felt the fabric resist her, she moved both hands to the cock behind her, freed it and then pulled the briefs down as far as she could, then she bent and pulled them further. Finally, she lay on the table.