10 minutes later she had excused herself from her friends and met me near the men’s room. She had obviously been there before because she led me int... an empty coatroom. She was on her knees sucking my cock faster than I could believe. I lucked out- she had a condom in her purse. I pulled my pants down, pushed up her dress and was inside of her. It was passion at first stroke- I honestly had never fucked a more animated, verbally filthy, begging women- Karen had the first of a number of orgasms. Considering how she was laying in her bed, I figured that she wouldn't wake up with a little noise, so I went behind her bed and found the object of my desire. She had ripped her clothes off and fell in bed, her outfit from that night lay in a pile. The panties were still wrapped in her pants, as if she pulled them both off in one motion, then hit the bed and passed out. She had worn a nice silky black thong; the thought of her wearing them was overwhelming. As if the thought wasn't enough, the. "Good morning, Leslie." Lesa echoed. "You sound chipper. I was concerned that I shocked your sensibilities beyond recovery last night." It would not have been pretty if I had I awaked alone in bed this morning. However, since neither of you abandoned me for being such a nasty slut, I thought I would make the best of being a nasty slut for the two of you." Leslie replied, not totally joking."You're a long way from being a nasty slut, Leslie. You're not the one who was butt-fucked unconscious,". Still naked on her bed, the young girl’s eyes noticed the puddle of her jism just before it finished soaking into the comforter. Her skinny fingers dalloped up a few drips and she brought the stickiness to her nose.“Funny…” She whispered to herself, smelling the bleach-y scent of her cum. “How crazy this little bit of fluid makes me.” She smirked. “I’m such a different person when you’re out of me.” Mary’s sweaty stench still clung to her body. She cracked another smile as it wafted up her.