I never stopped screaming: “Fuck me, don’t stop, fuck me!” when he was ready to cum, Peter shot his load all over my belly and breast and there ...as so much of his semen! As he splashed his cum, I had another orgasm. I was lying on the table so weak that I could hardly move. Then it was Olivia. I looked up and saw her standing there with a beer bottle in her hand. Olivia rammed the beer bottle in my pussy and fucked me with it for eternity! The bottle was no comparison to Alex’s cock, and I came. “No, I’m just not,” I had to agree.“It’s quite nice though,” Sofia stroked over my chest with soft, sensitive fingers.“Can I?” Brianna leaned over for a fondle, making three girlie hands roaming over me.“I can’t reach,” complained Lauren. She shuffled down the bed and crawled over amongst the legs, dislodging the quilt still further. “I’m not lezzing you, honestly!” she giggled to Sofia and Brianna as she leaned on them and added a fourth hand.“We’ve said it’s not wrong,” Evelyn pointed. Though there was substantial distance between them, on thisissue they were in agreement. The person on that video in the blackskirt had potential and would make a fantastic model. Her plan hadworked. She had planted enough seeds and made enough suggestions and shewas now looking at the result, a male that can easily pass for a femalefashion model. She had suspected this would work for some time. When shewas a hairstylist ten years earlier she gave a then six-year-old boy aShirley Temple. They did.Alexander Cross sat with his three comrades. They had been through it all. Fought as marines in the two hundred and third. Discharged dishonorably, and became mercenaries for hire. Now they were treasure hunters, of all things. Oh how the mighty had fallen. Alexander was a six foot black man, with a large muscular build, and rugged good looks. When the military continued to send his men into more and more dangerous places, with nearly suicidal missions, for the same dollar they always.