"Stand up and show me how wet you are, Baby," I said. "Pull your skirt off and push your bush into my face. I want to smell it and taste it." The girl...stood up, unbuttoned her skirt as it fell to the floor. She put one foot up on the couch, next to my thigh and began rubbing her lips up and down on my face. I was in heaven. She smelled so musky and sweaty -- just like a little whore should smell. I stuck out my tongue and was rewarded with the sweet taste of womanhood. I licked just enough to. . As whichever one of them was currently inside of her tried to drag her hips back up to him one-handed, desperate not to lose track of the game either. It was Mark, his floppy blonde hair dancing a little as he tried to regulate his thrusts. Stacy loved to watch as their faces changed, always so determined to last as long as possible when fucking her. Maintaining the illusion that they were such experienced and mature men-about-town that having their own personal fuck-toy was just natural.. I started to move to get out of his grip but he was too strong and I could not move even an inch. I wanted to shout but his mouth was on mine so couldn’t do anything.Next moment came the second push and he was completely inside me. With all the pain and little pleasure, I could feel the time has stopped. I could hear every small unnoticeable noise. I could see my heena clad palms stretching to the fullest and hear the sounds my bangles were making trying to free them from his grip. I could see. As we went to resume grocery shopping though, I noticed Ellen kept herselfreally close to the cart. I couldn't verify for sure given her constantproximity to the nearly full cart of groceries, but with her sudden changein position and her oddly specific complaint about Brad, I deducted Ellenprobably had an erection going on right about then.She used to get them all the time when she had first gotten her penis, soI remembered a lot of the tricks she had used before to conceal theunwanted side.