“How big is your cock,” she asked me.“I don’t know, I have n ever measured it,” I said. “Is it this much,” she said and pointed her fing...r to the 0.2 l juice bottle she was having for a drink. “Maybe not that thick, but long yes,” I replied. “Good,” she said. “Baby please can we go now and get a room. I know a motel near here,” I said and already asked the waiter to bring the receipt. “Unfortunately I can’t right now. I must go back to the house because my husband will come in one hour,” she. Just as all of them would have their fingers squeezed by her greedy vagina, just as all of them would taste the hot, creamy arousal that continued to flow, just as all of them would squeeze and suck on her breasts over and over again, so she would taste them all. One by one they fed her their eager cocks. Fingers were digging into her all the time, hands groping her breasts all the time, lips all over her, all the time. One by one she let them enter her mouth and move, some hesitant, some more. “Owww!”Donna had pinched her thigh, and it hurt like hell. She jumped up and headed to the door with Donna following behind slowly. When she reached it, she found it wouldn’t open. She tried again. Owwww! The bitch had pinched her ass. Owww! Again.Diane turned around and slapped Donna across the face.“I mean quit bitch,” she said.She started to say something else when she felt a knee in her crotch. The pain was horrible, as she gripped her cunt and looked up; Donna slapped her hard on the face. It was the first alcohol he'd had in two days and it imparted his body with a slight buzz. He stood up, taking his empty glass, and walked into the kitchen, where Manny was chopping up onions."What you making, Manny?" Jake asked him."Chicken Bourgeois," he said, over-pronouncing the French. "It's a casserole with..." Cool," Jake said, setting his empty glass down next to the cutting board. "How about you fire me up with another drink?" Uh... sure," Manny said, a funny look on his face..