I couldn’t see him. Looking back towards Claire. Her eyes were shut, and her head was back while she was fingering herself bringing herself more and...more pleasure with each thrust.With me being totally engrossed with the scene, I was momentarily took aback by movement past the window. My cock was in my hand being pumped and the sudden emergence of Paul threw my rhythm out and I lost focus. Gaining my senses, I watched Paul peel off his shorts and approach Claire. His Cock looked somewhat bigger. She looked up and saw me standing at the door. She said how are you? Where am I?You don’t need to know. But you should get ready for so fun.Let me go you sick asshole. That hurts; a little girl shouldn’t talk like that. I slapped her and put me had over her mouth. I pulled I gag out of my back pocket and put it in her mouth. I looked down at her and saw she started to cry. I wiped her face and kissed her. I ran my hand down her body to her panties. I reached over her and got my pocket knife. All the time they talked she had to look upwards at him and then his gorgeous face lowered towards hers and she felt the wonderfully erotic stirring as his full Negroid lips kissed hers his black tongue filled her mouth and when she sucked on it it felt like she was sucking his cock her mind raced she couldn't help wondering what those full lips would feel like rimming her arse his smooth cock like tongue teasing her anus as those big soft fleshy fingers plunged into her bare cunt yummy!.As. That is how my living room became the Train Station with Bobby at the top, sitting on the couch, with Sally as dining car eating him up, then me as the smoking wagon, with my face tucked between her thighs licking from her ass to her clit, and Spanky in the caboose with his tongue wonderfully licking me. Suddenly the atmosphere was filled with gasps and sighs of pleasure. I opened my eyes to see that Sally was immobilized: Bobby was holding her by the neck and pushing his hard cock into her.