I mean, how old was she, right?Say one thing to her and she breaks down? Jesus. All I could think was how much my parents would scream and rant if the... found out I made her leave. Wasn't anything they could do to me, but it just wasn't worth the effort to hear it.I left the party, swearing to the air around me as I got in the car. There wasn't much of a list of directions she could have gone, I told myself as I backed over soft grass and broken cups. Something on my tires smelled, and I hoped. Wendy was dressed like a slut ready to be fucked - she had obviously just pulled a short tight dress over her naked body and was ready to be anybody’s. Her future mother in law was very sensually dressed in short skirt and low cut matching top displaying her copious ‘plastic’ boobs but definitely wearing underwear which was minimal.I had not given a lot of thought to what I might wear as I wasn’t expecting to remove any of it so I had on a very lacy pair of French cut knickers, a low cut bra. We were both excited by it; she openly suggested I bend her over the back of my car and just take her right there, in full view of the next door highway. I suggested jumping in the back of her SUV, but no, she wanted to be fucked properly, hard and out in the open. Although so very tempted, I knew I didn't want to get kicked out of a hotel I'd yet to even enter after a long journey, so I assured her that we will do all we can tomorrow and kissed her goodbye.The next day everything was set. Holly’s eyebrows raised in a question. “Two big fucking nigger cocks in there. At once!” “Fuck!” Holly gasped and looked at the gaping pussy between Patty’s thighs. “At once?” Tiffany said from behind the wheel. Holly’s fingers were gently tracing around Patty’s cunt. “Never don that before?” “No,” Patty said softly, enjoyed Holly’s tender touch. “Just stuck them in and fucked you?” “Yes,” Patty breathed. “How?” Holly asked, a naughty glint in her eye, running the tip of her finger.