Vincent’s knob was like a pre-cum producing factory and he never needed to use lubrication. After his foreskin had oozed lashings of transparent gel... Vincent was sure that enough slickness had been produced for his insertion.As Vincent’s dark Italian sausage began to nudge at Bryce’s pink paradise, Vincent sturdily commenced prodding. Bryce let out an approving wail as Vincent’s fat dick-head assailed his rose coloured pucker. An inexorable slithering followed as total infiltration took. She started frantically flipping through the folder. “No ... no ... no.”“What the hell are you talking about?”She shoved folder into my hands. “The pictures. Jeez-us. The pictures.” She was having trouble getting words out.I shuffled through them. They didn’t have anything in common. Different jobs, different cities. “So what. A bunch of different guys...”She caught her breath. “Flip through them.” She sounded like she was going to throw up.It was like one of things I used to draw in the corner. Neither girl knew that Julia was intercepting the others outside and giving them a pep talk on dealing with the new girl.Missy only allowed Erica to put on the robe, which was not very long. "Can't I at least put on my underwear?" Erica complained."Do you really want to?" Missy challenged.Erica flushed and stammered, and finally could only say "You're awful!" And so are you. And I got you to admit it. Nyeah nyeah nyeah nyeah nyeah nyeah!" Not willing to ease off, Missy reached out and pulled. " Helen had no doubt that I was."Yessh pleashh Mikey," I said as he positioned me on the sofa on allfours. It felt incredibly exciting, but even in my drunken state I beganto feel anxious inside. I had never been with a man before and so fearbegan to well inside me. It was banished when he tip of Mike's tonguesuddenly slid into my anus. It felt wonderful. Mike then forced open mylegs and his powerful body rose up over me. I began to tremble. "Fuckyour shlut shurr," I encouraged as I felt.