I’ve never done that before.”“Really? How many times have you had sex?”“Only a few times with my boyfriend back in Tokyo.”“I see! So, he...never did you from behind?”“No,” she said as she laid down on the pillow, making her ass at just the right height.“Then I think you’re going to be pleasantly surprised at how good this position will feel.”I dropped to my knees and started to eat Aimi’s nicely shaved pussy. She moaned and reached back and spread her ass wide to give me better access. For a girl. "Anytime Sandy or any girl wants to kiss me like that, I'll stand and take it."Pearl linked her arm in mine. "Come on. Buy me a cup of coffee. We need to talk."She's confused, aroused and... yes, fearful. What's she afraid of?"Talk about what?" I asked."You and Sandy."I stopped walking, and turned her to face me. That touch - both of my hands on each or her shoulders - amplified my connection, and for the first time, I felt more than a sender's emotions and sensations. What I felt was a. “Hey June, what are you doing for dinner?” I asked.“Nothing at all why?” she asked.“I had a wild hair up my ass and cooked way more food than I can eat alone. Why don’t you pick your favorite person, and come to dinner.” I suggested.“What the fuck has gotten into you? You never cook, you have never invited me to dinner, and you never invited me to the farm,” she stated it as a fact not a question. The thing that is even more strange is you invited me to bring a guest. You never do that. She opened her mouth wide as two helmets were being forced into it. Her wanking got intense as she vaguely heard the words, “We’re going to fill your mouth with our juice, slut. Now, don’t you dare go swallowing too quickly either, bitch? We’ve got a lot of sauce for you!”Carrie was in a totally unreal place, almost like a dream that she was wanking to. “Oh, here it comes,” she heard and then, the sudden surprise of a real life cock cumming into her mouth. The salty load of cum hitting her.