It felt good.That couldn't be possible, and yet my futa-dick twitched and throbbed. I groaned and moaned into Salome's cunt. I rubbed my lips across h...r labia. My tongue darted into her sheath, scooping out more salty futa-cum while Paloma buggered me.“Oh, goddess, she's tight,” moaned Paloma. “She's got a delicious ass, Salome.”“Mmm, enjoy her,” purred Salome, her hands grabbing my short hair. “Bugger her hard. I want to watch your cute futa-cock pumping in and out of her ebony ass.”“I want to. ”As she went inside Joey heard her voice trailing and fading as she called Mrs. McKinley. After a few minutes Cynthia was at the door sweaty and all, she was wearing a tight half shirt which tried desperately to conceal her voluptuous breasts and a pair of cut off’s which showed off her well-rounded ass, and she let Joey in her house. Then the same lady appeared from the kitchen and then she thanked Cynthia for the breakfast and then bade her goodbye. When Cynthia returned“Joey are you ready. I’m now alone in the deserted waiting room. Seconds later Debs opens the cubicle door and poses for me, hands on hips, with a catwalk style pout in my direction “So what do you think?”She looks sensational. The dress hugs and clings to her body, emphasizing her ample curves. She does a little twirl for me, and my eyes drink in the sight. Her bum and womanly hips look awesome in the dress and as for her tits, the ‘fold’ of the wrap-around dress falls right between her boobs to reveal the deep. She licks my face and jerks on my hair. “Such a bad wittle girl, lying to your big sister like that, your body doesn't wie, see how hard those wittle nipples are?” she says in a child’s pouting voice. Sticking her fingers into pussy and pulling them out, she hold the slick coated digits in front of my face, sliding her thumb across them. "And your widdle pussy doesn't wie ether." “Are we weady fow our bweakfast? Now open wide,” she say as she stands up. “Since the wittle pervert likes.