No words were exchanged as he helped dry her body before going into the bedroom. Helen instinctively stepped to her side of the bed but Ben had spotte... the wooden ladies hairbrush on the dresser and picked it up. “I think we need to establish who the boss is in the bedroom first, Helen,” he told her.She stopped from climbing into bed and turned and faced him. He looked daunting holding the brush firmly. His erection was menacing. She knew that there was no point in resisting even if she wanted. “My, my … look at those white tits. Somebody hasn’t let those girls out to play in the sun.”Jan has now risen, too. Mrs. Baldwin has stepped back a bit. Apparently, she intends to just watch whatever is about to happen. What is about to happen is the two women squeezing lotion onto their hands and rubbing it into my entire body. I soon have two sets of hands rubbing my body. Though every inch of me is covered, the two women are spending far more time and interest on by larger breasts, my ass,. When he walked out I had almost moaned with jealousy.He was tall and really built with tattoos all over his arms and torso (if you know me, tattoos are one of my things). He was wearing a pair of sweatpants that hung low, allowing me to view his incredible sixpack.This is is one of your best friends and roommates, my mind told me. Yes, but I'm just looking, I told it back.I was sitting on the couch wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of booty short underwear, a regular thing for me to throw. ‘Randy I need my pussy fucked, now.’ I turn and lay my torso on the bed, as he puts the tip of his cock at my swollen labia. With one thrust, Randy’s cock goes balls deep in my honey pot. ‘Aaaarrrrgggghhhh Randy, fuck me now!’ He slams his hardness into me which pushes me against the bed. The bed springs squeak louder with each thrust, echoing throughout the bedroom. My screams of pleasure could be heard over the squeaking and I am sure, out the open window. I reach back and rub my clit as I.