It was pretty late but there were still some people walking around. I felt like they all knew what I was doing and I felt like such a whore. I was goi...g over to a guy I had never met to suck his cock and maybe more. I brushed the thought aside, because it turned me on more than anything. I finally reached his door and before knocking I tied my shoulder length black hair into a ponytail. I knocked a couple of times and felt a little nervous, but I was also really excited. He finally answered and. " I guess you did, babe, but I don't mean it to sound like that. I needed to feel better because I just felt heartbroken," I explained, pulling her right in front of me and keeping my hands on her thighs. "I wanted to be with you, but you just focused on the fact that I'm married, and I couldn't force you to be with me. At the time, I didn't know about them either. Although, when I found out, I couldn't resist them. They offered to make me feel better, which they did. I know all three of us. My cock was as hard as rock instantaneously and when I found that I could see the bulge that her pussy made between the top of her thighs and a couple of small tufts of hair poking out of the leg openings it was almost enough to make me come on the spot. Mom climbed to her feet and when she turned to go round behind the tent I could see the dark area of her pubic hair that showed through the panties.The sounds of her working her way round behind the tent were quite clear and I was sure that I. . !"Carol needed no resume concerning the latter fact. Though she could well understand his jealous reasoning, her sympathy was with Jean. Wasn't she, herself, nearly as much under the handsome animal's spell as the golden-haired girl seated across from her? Fleeting moments of her first night in the house when Caesar had mistakenly come to her, flashed through the vivacious brunette's anxious mind. Yes... yes, Jean was right; they just couldn't sit there and let those men destroy the erotic.