I reserved comment but dished up her rolls."I was borderline," Kelly admitted."That's good, cause I only have one left." She pouted as I dished up the...last roll. Then I took the empty pan to the kitchen, coming back with another pan. I put two more on her plate and dished up a pair for myself."How come she gets three," Traci protested."She's cute." I'm cute." Only in the middle school universe," I teased. "Kelly would be cute in high school too." I laid my hand on Kelly's shoulder. She shrugged. She finished dressing and started her 30 minute walk. It was not as bad as she thought. The desk work gave her legs a rest, so this was more of a focus of not looking like a giraffe. She made it home by 11 and resisted the urge to snack on anything. She collapsed on the bed, face down. She thought it’d be nice to have an orgasm, but she was so exhausted! She put her hand between her legs, just to check, it was very wet. She thought she may get a quick one in before she falls asleep. She started. Ineens verdwijnt er een vinger diep in mijn kontje, hij gaat er weer uit en er lopen weer een paar druppels door mijn bilnaad. Weer verdwijnt er een vinger in mijn kontje en even later komt er een tweede bij. De mannen neuken mij rustig met hun vingers, de opwinding is weer helemaal terug in mijn lichaam en ik buk mij nog verder voorover.Weer komt de harde paal terug en wordt rustig een stukje tussen mijn billen gedrukt. Door deze nieuwe ervaring knijp ik mijn billen hard tegen elkaar, heel. He finished and another man soon knelt behind me, pushing his cock into my gut. I was getting sore back there too and wondered if it was possible to be fucked to death. To have so much sex that you literally die. I was beginning to think that was my destiny. I would be fucked so many times that I'd die and history would remember me much like they remember Cleopatra.My thoughts suddenly shifted to the guy pulling his cock out of my ass and dropping the spent condom into the pile along with all.