Do you know the k**s are all his?"He hands flew to her face. She stared at me. "God, You poor Dear. How could they do that to anyone, much less you. Y...u are the sweetest, nicest guy I know." Bridget, talking to you has helped a whole lot. I don't know what I would have done with out you." What are you going to do tonight, will you go home?" I just don't know, I wish I could just be with you. You are hurting too and you are worried about me." Why don't we do it?" What?" Spend the night together.. He got my wife on the phone, facetime, it was pointed at us, but I had long forgotten all of that. It was like I was on d**gs, maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through me from being man-handled by this monster. He saw me ordering my lunch, liked my big bottom, and somehow I wound up here, face down, getting beat by him. His fat heavy balls slapping over my little tight sack and into my leaking clit.I'm not gay, at least I wasn't, but my wife is about to think that I'm a BBC sissy.The front. He had me stand with my arms against the wall and told me to push my ass out. i did as told getting turned on as i though this is what he wanted me to do show off my body to a bunch of strangers. the booth was small and cramped for the two of us and he started to rub my ass pulling the dress up around my hips sucking my neck and fondeling my perky little breasts. he had me turn around and i looked at the hole to see a dick sticking through the hole i gasped as i saw it. looking at my boyfriend. Then Julie began sucking her own pussy residue from her friend’s lips, taking their arousal to the next level.The two mothers were acting more like experimenting school girls as they mauled each other, and then Charlotte remembered there were two real high school students awaiting them downstairs, so she broke their kiss and said, “Jules, I think the boys might start wondering where we are.”“What boys?” Julie said in sarcastic disappointment and then she added, “You’re probably right, I guess.