Uh-huh..." I looked over at Mark, arching my eyebrows and watching his face as he watched Chris fuck me. Mark was happy, he wanted to see it."Jesus. Y...u're hot inside, Steph ... Like an oven..." Chris sighed."Hot, greased, and ready for the meat," Mark said and he was stroking himself now, since I had both arms around Chris."And he says I can't cook," I giggled."You can't cook!" Mark laughed. "But you know how to fuck, Stephy." Sounds like my mom," Chris said, and then his face changed and he. When he pressed his face to her pussy, I knew he’d be sucking her clit while sliding fingers into her channel. His right arm sawed back and forth, increasing in pace when Megan raised her hips, clearly wanting to have his fingers in deeper. Sucking on her clit as her flower opened, Justin must have been in heaven. Megan was moaning, bucking her hips and holding Justin’s head, pulling him close.As I watched, I felt my own urges mounting and Travis guided me down the pool toward the shallow. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed lightly down my neck. I really didn't care to have him take his time on me and my pussy was still screaming for attention, so I ran my hand up his back, to his head, and grabbed a handful of hair. "You're gonna eat my pussy until I cum and if you fuck up even once, I'll fucking bite your dick off, kay?" I growled. He quickly shook his head yes causing me to slap him across the face. "Yes what?" I spat at him. "Yes mistress". He looked so pathetic bent. She wasn’t dumb, so she nodded.”“I had to explain what an antidote was and for what. When he got it, he bent over, stuck a finger down his throat, and puked all over himself. Then I said, ‘Won’t help, you know. Whatever is in those brownies is in your system, and I’ll bet you’re already starting to feel tingly.’ I watched him pee his pants.”“In my dream, there wasn’t anything in that pan but brownies, but I wasn’t about to tell him that,” she explained. “Instead, I said that some cultures.