She retreated to the fence where she would be shielded by the Anderson's shed. Darlene waited hoping he would come so she could cum. She needed to be ...ucked.In less than two minutes a big smile stretched across her face. "Boy George, I knew you'd come." She pressed her panties to the Irish setter snout. Boy George's tail wagged his whole body. "Look at you, you got a bath." She held both sides of his face and sniffed the top of his head. "You smell wonderful."Darlene turned and faced the fence,. And fuck me he did. Afterslapping my ass he rammed his dick into me and savagelyfucked me until he was ready to cum. When he did cum hepulled from me and jazzed all over my legs, rubbing it intomy ripped pantyhose with his dick. When the last of them had finally used me, I was leftthere for another half an hour with semen in various statesof drying over nearly my entire body. My face was cakedwith cum and on the floor between my legs and under my chinwere two pools that had to be quarts of the. "That song should never have been done as a duet. It's a song about one person seducing another. Having two people sing it to each other completely defeats that meaning. And for us, the only person who should be singing it is Eileen." No way," Eileen said with a grin. "You should sing it." It's your prom," I said to my sister. "You should have the honor." It's a song for a male vocalist. You take it, Pat." Not necessarily," I countered. And our friendly little debate went back and forth. The. I caught her wrist and twisted. The woman gasped as her body turned, her breasts bouncing. A loop of rope went around her wrist. She struggled in my arms. I let her go. She jumped away, the rope sliding through my hand as I gave her some slack.Then I jerked.The woman screeched as she stumbled back towards me, her free arm windmilling to keep her upright. I seized her other wrist, twisted again, and bound her hands behind her back. I gave her plump bottom a squeeze before I swept her legs out.