Do you know how fucked up that is? That is my kind of fucked up. I believe in you. You don’t believe in yourself though!!!”I was sure many of the ...eople who paid to watch them were good people too. I assumed most people were good people.Betty told me that I was still just wet behind the ears but only honest living and a lot of pussy could dry that up and she would supply what she could. She smiled at me and consoled me that I had a lot to take in and she understood that. She wasn’t being. Seeing her white hand on his black cock, I could see how big he was. His cock was longer than mine, but not much wider. It would look good going into her pussy.As much as I liked Carla working my cock, I tried pulling her up so that I could get to her breasts. She looked up at me, stroking my cock, pulling down my foreskin, then moving her hand up, my foreskin sliding back up, covering my cockhead. She did this a couple of times, then increased the pressure along the bottom of my cock,. She sat up, breaking the kiss to remove her tee shirt and her bra. Almost immediately after I took one of her breasts in my mouth. I teased her nipple with my tongue, I felt it grow hard from my stimulation. She was moaning like the night not too long ago. Man, she just kept getting better and better in my eyes. She could do no wrong in my eyes. I continued my sucking and teasing of her breast, it was driving her wild. She kept moaning louder each time. I was really hoping that no one would. “What the heck,” I thought to myself, “If I don’t like it, it’ll just grow back.”Megan retrieved a pair of scissors from the bag and began to snip at my bush. She started on the edges of my hairy triangle and worked inward from either side. “This brings back memories,” she commented at one point. “I was a hair stylist in a previous life.” “Can you leave just a little?” I asked. “Like yours?”“Sure,” Megan said. “And you won’t be shaved down to the skin. You’ll have to do that yourself. But this.