“Mommy, how come that lady’s pants are wet?” I overheard a little boy ask, pointing at me.My face turned three shades of red from that little ki... and Daddy lecturing me in front of everyone wasn’t helping either.“You’re a very dirty girl, Krissy! You’re 24 years old and still pissing yourself like a 3 year old!” he continued on, turning me back around to scold me to my face.I was starting to whimper in humiliation as he continued on and on as the crowd emptied out.Finally, when we were the only. But then she gave me one of the best screws I’d ever had, as good as the one that Louise gave me the night before, and I no longer had any doubts about her becoming a Guide.”“Do you want me to ask her about you?”“If you would, I’d be grateful.”“Okay, then, I’ll do it. But right now, let’s see what the girls are doing.” And that’s how we left it. We found that they, too, were finished with their tryst but were horny for some bedtime cock. We flipped a coin, and it was Liz who ended up with me,. The anger was now completely gone, replaced only by lust. She wanted to be fucked, and fucked good. Moving her body in sync with Johns to maximize both of their pleasure, she couldnt help uttering out a few moans directing them to a deity. John was now furiously pumping in and out of her, which was actually new for him. She usually had to do all of the work, and she loved how into this he was getting. She was just about to compliment him on his excessive labito when she heard a key fumbling. It reminded me of a fashion photo shoot with the camera clicking and Jerry offering words of instruction. I held my arms limp at my sides and opened my mouth as wide as I could to encourage Stan to use my throat as roughly as he liked to jerk himself off. He held me by my ears as he worked my head up and down, impaling it repeatedly onto his thick cock as he raised his hips to penetrate my throat deeper. Each stroke stretched my throat open even more and as a result, it became easier and.