For a long while, the two girls just stared at me up and down, and I stared at them. Then, as suddenly as she had started tickling Samantha, Mary lung...d forward and started to do the same thing to me. I fell over backwards, her cold hands all over me, and started to scream out laughter. I felt another two hands join, and realized that Samantha had joined in the tickle torture. Mary’s breasts flopped against my chest and as she moved up I felt them slap my face. One of her hands was against my. As for Barbara Jean, she wasn’t about to stop it now. She loved this! She loved being a fuckpig for these guys! She didn’t want it to ever stop at this point. She just wanted to keep pulling trains for the various men, to take their man meat and run with it ... and she frankly was tired of Brock cramping her style. She was done with this marriage. Brock had become boring. He wasn’t the bad boy that he used to be, the one who tempted her to sin with a married man.Barbara Jean smiled as she. .. contemporary cut. The neckline plunged past the mystery woman's ample bosom, hanging loose and tied at the waist with a braided belt. There was a slit up the side of the skirt, coming several inches above the knee. The sleeves were relatively short, but very flowy. She wore a silver circlet on her head, almost like a tiara with its intricate arboreal patterns. Her feet were bare, but she held two bronze torches in her hands, each ablaze with green fire. However, the most startling part of. She was some drunk her own self and couldn't walk too good. But so was I. So anyway, I laid her on the bed and went back to the bar and had another pitcher of beer and come back,Now that was where all that brown stuff hit the fan like they say in refined circles. I went in and got undressed and I rolled her over and with great tender feelings shoved it in her mouth and went to work. Right from the git go she got wild as hell. I mean she was a wild one, all right. After I went off and I pulled.