.. which was no explanation at all.“Why here?” Sally said. “Why not to the Avocado Garage?” She was looking at the boxes when the address on e...ery exposed box caused her to laugh. “The Log Cabin on Wolf Creek Road? Oh, please, Karen ... you didn’t. You did.” She laughed so hard she had to sit down.Then came the hiccups. She was in distress.I walked by on the way to the bathroom. Crossing my eyes and waggling my fingers with my thumbs in my ears, I yelled, “BOO!” right in her face.She shrieked. Boris NO!"Melissa and I quickly walked back into the family room to find Boris trying to mount Karen. She was on her knees, with Boris's weight forcing her down onto her elbows. The angle we were at, Karen couldn't see us but we had a perfect view of everything. Boris's big 8" cock was fully extended, with the tip just entering Karen's little pussy. Karen was moving her arse around trying to avoid him, but she was exciting him more than deterring him.Melissa took a step toward them ready to. The earlier sex sessions included fondling each other’s bodies and cock, kissing and finally pouring oil in between thighs and fucking each other in the thighs. Always friend Tariq used to do it first and cum followed by me fucking in thighs and Cumming. This went on for quite a while. Tariq used to stay the nights often during holidays and we used to watch porn together. At night under the quilts we used to have sex together as explained earlier.Before I tell you guys about the first. Lips inches from hers, breathing in the essence of each other."This is good-bye," he said in the moment before crushing her to him.Her mouth opened, responding to his hunger. A feast. Gluttony before impoverishment.She worked the brass buttons of his jacket, beginning haphazardly in the middle as he unzipped her skirt and pushed it off her hips. Gabardine puddle on the floor. Joined by his navy wool. White undershirt pulled over his head while he pushed her blouse from her shoulders, trapping.