I wanted to have those green eyes flashing at me – to have that laugh responding to some comment of mine. Then I acknowledged the envy for the fooli...hness it was and let it fade away.I turned away and looked out the window when I saw her paying for her order. I could clearly see her reflection in the glass but this way she wouldn't see me staring at her when she turned around. I watched as she picked up the little cardboard tray with its four take-away cups held in place – always four cups –. With their legs spread. I messaged back simply 'mmmm'. A few seconds later I recieved another photo. The girls sat in the same way, except this time they each had a hand on the other's pussy. I messaged back 'Oh, now that's hot! :D' a couple seconds later I recieved a text that read 'We want to keep going but we can't take long or else people will think somethings up. We're going to try on the suits now :P' I texted back 'Ok. I love those photos but honestly any photos of you two beauties are. As I try to pull away, he grabs my head and holds me in place as his cock Is rammed against my throat. Beyond gagging, I moan and make humiliating gargling noises, praying that he'll stop. Suddenly I feel someone pulling my body up. A man slides beneath me until his cock is at my asshole. Fingers, I dont even know whose, spread my juices all over my asshole and cheeks. Slipping a finger inside me, he slides the homemade lubricant all around the inside of my ass. Then the one underneath me. Claire turned. Looked at me. "Were you looking at my butt?" she asked.I stood, stepped toward her. "Yes." I said, then pulled her to me and kissed her.I was expecting a slap, or a push away, but she seemed to melt in my arms and our hot breath and wet tongues mingled in the warmth of the kitchen. My hands were running up and down her back, over her buttocks. Squeezing them and kneading them together and apart. My hand worked the hem of dress up, so that my hands could grab her naked arse.