” “Some of you may be asking yourselves, ‘Well Taylor, what good can come of eugenics? Blonde hair and blue eyes doesn’t make someone any bett...r than someone else!” She says, pausing before giving a sly grin. “That’s because white, fair skin isn’t the superior race… It’s black skin that is superior.” She says as a few people audibly choke. “Yes, I know, how can I, Taylor Swift, who am the epitome, the poster c***d for the beauty the white race can produce going to say I have inferior genes?. Jan’s not jealous. She’s still got my favorite twat,” Marsha laughed as she kept eating Sally’s bottom.Sally no longer seemed capable of rational thought, with so many people pleasuring us both as we fucked this time. My dear intended bride turned into a mindless, rutting beast, as did I, our bodies in synch as we mated there on the hallway floor, just outside the living room. That turned out to be a better choice, given how roughly we fucked. As it was, Doug Randall got rug burn on his knees. She had been trained in the use of them over the last few days and she even enjoyed being used as a puppet. Khristi had worked with me before this, well we had worked together. She was often a fluffer and/or 3rd or 4th girls in some movies I assisted on. She was overlooked for starring parts but I thought she had a really good look. She looked clean; tattoo-less, with only her belly button and ears pierced and she had a glint in her eye that screamed sex. She didn’t have big boobs a B cup at. "I just want to see you show off for me." Good," she said. "Because I volunteered you to be the odd-husband-out. You'll just turn the lights on and off and take off the article of clothing."That was disappointing. I was really hoping to grope Christine a bit more. But at least I'd get to undress her, while also seeing my wife strip down and show off her body. So I agreed.After a bit more crowd murmuring, everyone moved into the party room, where mistletoe had been set up all over the ceiling..