Tonya was cute. Also young. She couldn’t have been more than twenty. She had straight brown hair that hung just past her jaw. A pair of braids began...at her temples and merged at the back of her head into a single, short tail. The look made her hair hang free without covering her round, youthful face. A faint scar going through one of her eyebrows was her only blemish. She was slender and diminutive, wearing a black corset with a wine colored skirt and a matching blouse that only barely covered. Alberto groaned heavily and the girl sighed at the copious amount of fluid that ejaculated. Another burst splashed on the girl’s forearm, covering the tanned skin from the elbow to just above the wrist. After 5 bursts, each diminishing in intensity, Alberto was drained. His member, already starting to wilt, felt the girl’s grip finally, and thankfully, lessen. With all of Alberto’s senses concentrated, he momentarily forgot his predicament. The cane had fallen onto the legs of the woman. They were obviously older than they looked, and their body styles varied from girl to girl. Although they were all petite, they ran from mosquito bite boobs to one girl who had a healthy set of what Sharon guessed to be 32C tits. They all had flat muscular bellies and slim hips. Their legs were also slim, but very muscular. Suddenly it started. The girl standing above her head bent forward and kissed the older woman passionately on the lips. Her tongue taking full advantage of Sharon' s. I've never seen anything like it. Only ever had one penis ... my husbands. It's nothing like yours at all.'' If I needed any more encouragement, that was it. The blood continued to fill my penis as it grew to its full erective state pointing upwards like a huge thick tree branch. The lovely gnarly shape, uncut with massive purple knob, now visible as my foreskin receded. My sweet heavy duck egg sized balls were rising in their sack tingling with excitement and anticipation. She stood up.