I will wear you out, mon ami,” Justine promised Bill as she lay on top of him and rubbed her soft tits against her lover’s chest.When Bill instinc...ively put his hands on Justine’s buns, she smiled at him and said, “See? You have the right idea. Just trust your instincts. You like my ass, oui? You can fuck it, too, you know. No holes are barred. Mouth, pussy, ass ... all available to you.”Bill grinned and kept fondling Justine’s tush, causing her to kiss his neck eagerly and rub her pussy. She bent her legs up at the knees and crossed her ankles to contract her hamstrings and derriere. ‘This’ll get’em,’ she thought. Sam finally returned. The look on his face, and the bulge in his shorts were unmistakable signs of being gotten to. Sherry laughed out loud when she noticed what he had taken from the truck. A toothbrush in one hand and a pair of socks in the other, unloading would take some time. While her audience watched, she pulled on her panties and slipped on her tee-shirt.. They had no idea which one was Helen and which one was Margaret, but they didn’t really care. Helen said, ‘Come have some breakfast.’ She had fixed waffles, eggs, bacon, sausage, home fries and had coffee and orange juice. Rob and Joe ate like they hadn’t eaten in weeks. Helen kept cooking and filling their plates. Margaret sat across the counter and watched them eat. They could see her nipples pushing against the gown. She obviously was ready for some morning entertainment. When they finished. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.“I’ll never refuse a Guinness,” said Duane. He turned to me. “How about you, Johanna?”“I’ll have one if you are,” I said.The guy bought three pints of Guinness and passed Duane a card.“I’m a producer,” he said. “In LA. I liked what I saw tonight.”“You want us to audition?” asked Duane, passing the card to me. “I’ll round up the guys.”I read ‘Aaron Lindwall’ along with a phone number and a string of social media addresses.“Not the band,” Lindwall said. “Just.