The more she was fucked, the more she craved it. The soreness of her arse was lessened by the usage, but the desire for it certainly did not. Nor did ...t for Tracey, who took the opportunity to crawl over the mattress and apply her tongue to the two sets of rock-hard testicles bumping against each other as they pushed and pushed into Sharon. Before long, it was too much for her, as she greedily pulled one boy off her friend, and motioned his erect prick into her cunt. And somehow, like so many. “Kinky,” I said.“You idiot, Pete, I saw your blog.”“Ah.”“No problem, so long as you print that picture as well as anything else you take of me.”“I haven’t got my camera.”“I have my phone, it’ll do. Now, sit down.” She smiled and pushed me down, then pulled her leg up and settled one foot against the cistern. Her right foot pressed against mine, her pussy starting to gape right in front of my eyes."Pussy needs attention," she said, almost purring and I didn't need asking twice.As you may have. My right elbow and shoulder hurt, but I ignored it as I dashed down the halls. At Emergency, a nurse jumped out from behind the desk."Where's my wife?" I shouted.She stared at me without saying anything. I grabbed her shoulders and shook her. She began to cry."Steve, stop it!"I spun around. It was one of the ER doctors. I had seen the look on his face too many times. I probably had that same expression when I needed to tell someone their loved one didn't make it. I fell to my knees and cupped. Six months into the job money at a better flow newest wear off and shock at a low Trisha loved her job the new friends and nights away from home. It was about ten on Friday night in the door came a woman by herself dressed in a dress short and cut low on top maybe 48yrs but her looks and class command the room and almost every women in the place looked at her. A few men greeted her but most just got out of her way. She went straight to Beth who was standing next to Trisha. Looking into Beth's.