She was already wet, and my fingers slid easily inside her. The feeling of my fingers probing her made her suck all the harder on Brad's cock and his ...oans made me believe he was enjoying himself. I pulled my fingers from Karen's sopping pussy and slid between her legs on my back. “Oh god Frank put you tongue inside me, I need to feel it eat me out.” Brad looked down when he heard Karen and could see my face between his girlfriends thighs. I don’t know if he cared but he just kept filling my. She still hadn't figured out those... what were they? Bray, Bry, what were they called? Those things you were supposed to cover your tits with under your clothes. She had been unsure and wary of them, but now realized that she had made a terrible faux pax. He probably didn't like pregnant girls anyway.For now, her breasts were the only things she could do anything about. 'They must be too small,' she thought. 'I thought they were pretty big, but some strippers are larger still! If I could make. Fretail screamed as Barbara’s siren went off inside her, as well as my geyser fountaining into Barb’s womb.I fell off Barb onto the bed and hoped I had finished with all of them as I was about pooped out. Just as I started to doze off, someone climbed on me and tried to slide my wilted weenie into her juicy bun. I looked up and it was not Fretail this time, it was Ambat. She looked at me and said, “It’s my turn to sleep on top tonight. Besides there are too many wet spots.”I glanced at a clock. No one spoke. The car moved off. All at once the man sitting next to him pulled his arms behind his back, snapped on handcuffs, and yanked a hood over his head. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” Travis yelled. No one answered. Now he was sure he had been mistaken for a terrorist. They drove for a while before the car turned onto what the sound of the tires told him was an unpaved road. After several minutes, it stopped and Travis was pulled out, still hooded. He was marched along, stumbling, for a.