Ben was moaning, "Oh Gerry, you are so sexy, it's just so hot to think of Carl or JJ filling you over and over again. Then I'll come home and add mine...to the mix. Maybe we could do you like we've done Barb. We'll fill you up, and then eat it all out. Would you like that?"Ben was sliding down to demonstrate his love of gooey pussy. No sooner had he latched onto my clit than I began squirting fluids all over him. After three squirts, Ben was buried back in me, squirting even more fluids deep. Bree smiled a real smile and the blonde hesitantly smiled back. They’d connected for a moment and for once she didn’t regret those modern dance and ballet lessons her second or third step-mother had forced her to take. Bree performed for her, and surprise, there was even a smattering of applause from all the horny ladies awaiting the return of the imitating Chipmunks. Bree walked backstage and her boss handed her a drink tray. She went out to hustle drinks and maybe a lap dance from some horny. So they contrast well with my girls. I take a few with the young woman threatening my wife as well. Then I untie them from the tree and retie Josies wrists behind her back. “Like this?” Constance asks. Doing the same to Abby. “Yes. Very good,” I tell her. She gives me a slight smile. The first sign of emotion I’ve seen from her. I have Clara sit on the log and lay Josie across her lap. “Now go ahead and spank her.” I order. She does very lightly. Barely even touching my wife. “No, no. Harder.. Each rolled their damp sticky panties over their hips and legs and off. After a long lingering kiss, Kristen guided Miranda back on the bed and slowly kissed her way down her torso. She spent several minutes occupied by the firm pliant breasts, suckling and biting the nipples, causing thicker sighs to come from Miranda. Then she slid her tongue across her firm tummy, over her long lean navel, then through her soft tangle of sticky dirty blonde pubic hair and onto her swollen pussy lips. Miranda.