” Sylvia studied the picture more intimately. It depicted two naked girls, one blonde, the other brunette, in process of being serviced on the same ...ed by some large anonymous cock. The blonde, hand-cuffed and blindfolded to the bed, appeared to have passed out post-copulation; she was stretched out on her back, fluid leaking from between her swollen labia, a string of comic book Z’s issuing from her peaceful mouth. The brunette, meanwhile, was positioned dog-style above her well-fucked. As I got closer to the entrance this older man stepped out of the car. If I had to guess I would say he was in his early 50's. So as I walked pass him he greeted me and I returned his greeting. I thought that was weird because most guys don't look at each other or make eye contact with each other at these places. I looked back at this man's car before I walked inside and noticed there was a sherrifs sticker on his back window. That set off my alarm because I assumed this guy was undercover on a. Trish always wore her hair in a relatively short,natural afro, which her hats completely covered. On rainy days, and onmost days during the cold months, Trish also wore long trench coats.That, combined with the hats and her tall, athletic build, gave her amasculine appearance, at least to anyone who couldn't see her face.While her facial features clearly were feminine when viewed up close,Trish had the face of a wise, sophisticated, grown woman, as opposed tothe soft, innocent, girlish features. Jimmy was visibly aroused now. The popper did that. The surge of arousal came right with the hit of the popper vapor. Jimmy wanted Raymond’s finger in him now—and the second one too. And somebody’s cock, if not Raymond’s just yet. After the popper hit, Jimmy was hot to be fucked. The fingers began to move faster inside him. The rocked on them and began to pant.Raymond said, “Look, hunky centaurs,” and Jimmy’s attention went back to the screen as he held the man’s hand to his buttocks, the heel.