Carrie knew the stripper. She'd spoken with her before at the club. Crimson was a slut. She dressed like a slut, danced like a slut, spoke like a s...ut, and fucked like a slut. She had an incredible pussy. It tasted amazing and was silky smooth. Even when she didn't shave, which was rare, it felt like velvet. Crimson fucked for money, or just fucked for fun if she liked you. Chris was getting it for free. Crimson was no stranger to being gang fucked. Many, many nights had ended with. She felt strange that he’d been watching her through her bedroom window, but then she’d been the one putting on a show. Besides, she thought, she’d watched him undressing first, earlier. And then there was the situation with Ronnie. They had been friends for a couple of years, and had been in some pretty weird situations before, even pretending to make out in order to discourage a couple of guys who wouldn’t take no for an answer. That had been fun, and a little arousing, but she hadn’t felt. And one other thing Gina loved was Ted having something nice and big up his ass while he fucked her. But the best she could do to achieve this was to reach around with a dildo and work it inside him as he was screwing her. This was good, and sexy, and they both loved it. But it wasn't the same as Ted really being fucked, taking a strap-on up the ass, Gina pumping away at him, really fucking him. But it was obviously impossible to do that while he was fucking her. So the best she could do was. Either she or I was going to make a move within the next minute or less. I was scared shitless at the ramifications of getting caught somehow, or of making a move and being rejected. But Val ended that fear. I placed the cake on the table and when I turned Val was opening the buttons of her sweater. Under it she had on a purple sun dress that had about ten buttons going all the way down. The top buttons were undone and the sides of her tits came into view when the sweater opened. She had no bra.