"I don't think so. I worked hard for this little trophy and I'm keeping it. Besides," she said, holding them up in front of her waist, "I think they w...ll look pretty good on me. Don't you?" Actually I wasn't really that much bigger than her. I had ended my last growth spurt at around five-foot-six. Girls do mature faster, so along with the extra curves she was up to about five-two. Neither of us is what you would call fat. My waist was about twenty-eight-inches, hers couldn't have been more. “Fuck, I knew I should have sat in the back!” the guy sitting in the passenger seat said. “Holy shit.” The guy sitting under Sasha said. The guy sitting under me pinched my nipples and pulled on them and his other hand came around and dove straight between my thighs. My body was reacting, my brain spinning, and my pussy wet but did I really want to be this much of a slut? I couldn't think straight. Some strange guy's fingers were digging roughly into my pussy and I was dripping wet from the. Monica writhed and slithered from side to side. Practically engulfing his throbbing head. Then reaching lower she began to rub furiously at her swollen clit. Only pausing to place his hands onto her now exposed breasts. Monica then clawed deeply into Cal’s beautiful broad chest with her wanton fingernails, as she moaned and bucked her hips on into a pulsating climax. Cal then pushed even higher, higher into her gorgeous, wet, warm Italian cunt, before he too released a powerful burst of cum,. Inside were five women in various states of undress, a few dildos and other toys s**ttered on the floor and again the unmistakeable aroma of recent sex. I thought I was beyond surprises, but this was something else. The women all applauded as Holly led me in.“Don't look so shocked, Evelyn,” she said. “These are the wives and girlfriends of the men in the other room. And they've been watching everything, see.” It was hard to miss the huge mirror that looked into the previous room. So.