?I’ll pay.? ?Good boy.? Monica said, giving my nose some bonus rubs. ?Rita said I could keep it, so I‘m sure she won‘t mind. If she does, you‘...l have to return it, though. Now, get up and order a car for? let’s say thirty minutes from now?? she asked Catherine. ?Yes.? Catherine said. I got out from under the table and found a room with a phone. Thankfully they were able to send one for the requested time. I went back to the kitchen and told the girls. It was hard to look at them. I felt like I. A well endowed black man I must say. My pussy tingled at the thought of how Brett had a close up view as Harold sunk his huge cock into my tight white pussy. Harold had a unique way of fucking, a way that was taught to him by his wife. Lucky for me, Brett was the recipient of the same teaching. Rhonda, Harold's wife, taught Brett how to use his cock just like Harold. I think she did that to keep me from trying to take Harold from her. Of course I would never do something like that, no man. .. Mr. Cherry, what... what are you doing?" She almost screams in horror as her eyes met his, his hard eyes and knowing smile seeming to fluster her for some reason."I'm just looking at your pink cotton panties, Mrs. Smith." Mr. Cherry told her simply, his hand moving to adjust his hardening cock through his overalls. "A pretty little lady like you, you probably have lots of sexy panties that you wear for Troy, don't you, Mrs. Smith? I bet you only wear plain panties like this to school but at. ...ahhh virgin''''i know , i know ill go slow, you take my finger real good ''''ahhhh my god Mike, you make me feel crazy''more lube added , opening up my love hole with his fingermoaning ass up on the backseat my friend fingering me open ''dude we gonna miss the movie''''you are right , here let me help this in''i felt his finger removed and replace by something the tip in and pushed in me , poping up like it found its place''here , plugged up like a good girl before the movie''feeling full.