.The sugars and butter were dropped in cleanly, each exactly measured...The eggs were cracked, one handed. The shells cleanly delivering theircontents... she threw the spent casings toward the trash can, where theyflew in cleanly.Nothin' but net.The dough became unto its destiny, Faye's hands bringing everythingtogether into a rough ball. Faye delighted as perfection moved itsfocus, like targets in an arcade shooting game. Each fading into thenext, like pulling off a perfect combo with finishing. She scooped up some of the clay with her gloved hand and spread the muddyslime all over her glistening pole. "Jeanne was right... natural lube isthe best."James had now sunk up to his chest and shoulders and was beginning topanic again."Relax!" Bayonetta called from behind him "Now that you're flat againstthe mud you have more surface area creating resistance. You won't sink asfast as long as you don't struggle."She grunted as she used the full strength of her impressive thighs to wadefurther. I squeezed my thighs together as I swallowed my cock. The man groaned as I deep-throated him. His cock throbbed in my mouth. He loved it. I was making him feel so much better. I shoved a hand between my thighs and rubbed at my wet pussy. I caressed my hot labia and then shoved two fingers deep inside me. I moaned about the cock buried in my throat. Shit, the guy grunted. Holy shit. What a bunch of sluts, groaned a guy. I cant believe this is happening. I couldnt either. Being a bimbo caused so. Now keep sucking that cock while I fill you up." I returned to Jim's cock, stroking him with my hand while pistoning up and down on his head – all the while waiting for that sensation I dreaded – Hank's hard cock pushing up against my sphincter, demanding entry. Just when I started to wonder if it was all a bluff, I felt it. Hank pressed the head of his cock up against my butthole, not yet pushing it in, but keeping a light pressure on. I continued sucking on Jim's cock while I got used to the.