She moved a little faster with each thrust, getting more and more comfortable, hornier and hornier until Steve was fucking her anus like a sopping wet...pussy.Her hand flew to her clit and her fingers began working their magic there, rubbing and circling as she moved back and forth on the enormous pole. Steve watched as the shaft of his cock disappeared deeper and deeper with each thrust into her bum, marveling at how tight it was and how turned on he was. He thrust harder and harder, surprised. Lisa soon was doing the same to him. Even for a test, this would give us some good data. Jennifer sat on my lap while Jill hung on the back of the chair over us. I could feel Jennifer's breathing change as Conner and Lisa continued caressing each other, getting more intimate by the moment. The chair shook a little, I glanced around for the cause, Jill was clutching the chair in a death grip with one hand out of sight. A small rhythmic movement of her shoulder told me was playing with. Anyway, you can just bugger off. I can see my first customer coming.” Sharon, Tracey and Buttercup stood discreetly back as a squat hairy man with a ragged cloak and a mangled arm approached carrying some turnips from whose ends were still dangling dried earth and roots. He gave the turnips to Joy, who examined them with a critical appraising eye. “Ten minutes!” she said to him, gesturing towards Sweetness. “Any more and it’s on credit.” The hairy man grunted, and handed Joy his cloak revealing. “ Shush now Faith O’ Reilly” said Momma to my BFFFaith just softly laughed and lit up a joint. Faith was the opposite of me. She was taller than me, I stood at 5’ 4” and she was 5’ 9” and would be 5’ 10” when she graduated. She was slim and athletic with a runner’s body. She had fire engine red hair and emerald green eyes which seemed to glow when she was plotting something devious. She typically kept her hair in pigtails or a ponytail. She was always obsessed with my boobs, pawing at them.