Why do I always think the cause is sex when it comes to Joan? Perhaps because it so often is.They reached Myrna's trailer and found the door ajar. She...was not home when Amanda stuck her head in and called."I wonder where she's gone." Amanda's face wore a worried frown."Perhaps we should look for her." Joan shared her concern. "Maybe she's with Andy. You said you told her about the zoo." That's a good idea. Where do they keep the cages?"Joan led Amanda across the grounds to the big side tent. It. “Count!” I smacked her pussy again with the rod, and a splash of girly-goo exploded from within the mound of tender pink flesh tucked just under the flaps of her pussy.She had lost count. She called out the first number that came to mind.“Wrong! Pay attention! I’ll start over if you can’t keep count!” I assured her. Her knees were shaking, and she started to flinch away from my swats to her pussy.“Hold still and stop squirming!” I told her.“You are supposed to do it to my butt, not my cooter!”. And after my incident with the girls and not having gotten off, looking at Jane wasn't doing anything to make my cock calm down. She was showing enough cleavage to make me want to jack , my still semi-errect cock, off over her tits right then and there. She pushed me in the car, and immediately smelled the sex that had been going on, and then glanced at the still obvious bulge in my trousers. "Those aren't our regular girls, " she said nonchalantly. "Which agency are they from?"I was totally. Ram that cock home. Fuck this slut whore good.” You and the other guy just watch and stroke your cocks as the black jogger rams his cock all the way up my slutty ass. “Harder, baby, fill me with that black dick.” You tell the white guy to go next, and he gets behind me, as his friend moves to the other end of the picnic table and shoves his cock into my waiting mouth. The white guy is even thicker than you and it hurts as he shoves his cock into my asshole. “Oh fuck,” I cry out. “You are so.