I started to lick her in earnest, working from her opening up to her very swollen clitoris. I don't know how many times her friends had cum in her but...the semen just seemed to keep flowing from her. All I was aware of was her used pussy and my cock straining again the metal cage which encased it. She came and I was rewarded with a healthy mixture of her juices and more cum.She lifted herself forwards a little presenting her puckered little arsehole to my tongue. I knew only too well how much. A proper lady would have hair down there," said Mrs. Fernandez pointing at Angela's bare pubes.Angela blushed some more and placed her hands over her crotch. She had just shaved a few times and hair simply didn't grow down there for her easily. In fact, there was no visible stubble and Angela looked as though she never had any hair down there at all."Turn around!" ordered Teresa's mother and Angela complied meekly. She gasped when she felt her bra being unstrapped. Mrs. Fernandez tugged it off. Sometime during the night, we had moved the coffee table out of the way and spread the comforter on the floor. I was too accustomed to having a blanket or sheet when I slept, so part of me was covered with the one Jordan had worn from Danielle’s. I ran a hand from Jordan’s shoulders to her bottom. She was exposed to the world, or, well, the house. I wondered briefly how she slept when at home.My memories of the night were a blur, alternating between snoozing and more sex. Some part of me may. It’s hard to describe how I felt as I watched Malcolm inch his cock into Kerry. It looked so huge, filling and stretching her. I was still hot with embarrassment from begging him to take her and but I wanted it so badly. I wanted her to enjoy it, to worship his cock, to cum over and over and I wanted to watch all of it and be teased, locked, unable to relieve myself or even get hard. “That’s it bitch, take it, you’re mine now. You’re my hot white fuck toy" Malcolm said as he drove his cock into.