"There's a three seat chairlift just down there." said Paul, "You might as well not bother zipping your jacket as it's that close." Numbly, Barbara no...ded and skied down to the chair lift. Once at the front of the queue, the lift attendant did a double take as the two boys stood either side of the big boobed mature woman."Bonjour!" he said, as he strained to catch a glimpse down Barbara's massive cleavage as they sat down onto the chair. The cold wind played on Barbara's exposed skin, giving. None of them tasted bad, but I preferred JR's flavor over all of them—it must be because I love JR.My girlfriends were really cool about what I did. They cheered me on while I took each of the guys on, one after the other. JR and I were the only real couple, the rest of the group just seemed to hook up, maybe something would come out of it, maybe not.I think the thing that surprised me the most was Ted and Kimmy. I never thought those two would get together, not like they did. I was happy for. Paula did more than watch: she fingered herself, her legs spread open. Her black stud laid me on my back and fed his huge, thick black dick into my aching pussy. I was desperate for him, and my labia opened like a flower for his hard thick black cock.As he penetrated me, I lifted my long legs, wrapped them around his waist and pulled his body against mine, so he could fuck me deeper.The bastard made me come, just like he did last night, many times.Again he said I was his white whore to be. I was buzzing like crazy. I had to take the bus to get back home; was pretty late. I was wearing a short skirt tube top that day. The bus was empty except for three guys who were wearing clothes with cement and paint stains on them were probably in their thirties, probably construction workers. Since I knew it was a long way back I thought I’d take a nap on the bus just to sober down before I reach my room because my boyfriend was at my place and I know how horny he gets when he sees me drunk..