Worse, Paras was back in her ass, his dick ravaging her shithole even as her chest was increasingly made raw by the man's prick. Paras on the other h...nd was enjoying himself, not bothering to wonder at the turn of events. He was heading towards climax again, his dick ready to mark her last hole with his cum. He fucked her faster, picking up the rythm again, using her changed position to pummel her lower abdomen. He could hear her pathetic sobs, seemingly coming from between the man's. As this went in and out I felt another hand rubbing my stiff little clit. These guys were good. I had not realized it but I was thrusting my pussy into their fingers. If they did not stop, I would be cumming soon. I had not planned on that. Just when I thought my body was going to forsake me and cum in front of all these guys, Bill who unbeknownst to me had left the room walks in. Hay guys look at what I have. I looked up to see Bill standing there with two of my dildos. I felt myself turn. I figured if it got him off who was I to judge! I sat on the couch and took the three pairs of dirty panties and looked them over. One was pink cotton briefs, one green cotton booty shorts, and the final were a pair of black thongs that he told me he got out of her gym bag. I sniffed the thongs, and they were ripe with her ass stink. I layed back and sniffed her dirty bum sweat as her dad sucked my little dick. I was getting pretty close to cumming, when all of a sudden the patio door opened. “Don’t mind. You know what spices went into it.”She nodded. “Pasta, then. Spaghetti, fusilli, linguine?”I remembered a humorous story about a visit to a very upmarket hotel and smiled. “Spaghetti, I think, please.”“Good.” She set about boiling a pan of water and measured out spaghetti.“What about Karen?”“Hmm?”“Karen.”“Oh – Karen. She has a school dinner. She won’t want more than a sandwich this evening. I’m glad you’re here to help me eat this. Usually I put quite a lot in the freezer for.