"Does your hard clitty feel good Erica?" He was rubbing me side to side just the way I liked it. "Yesss, your prick up my ass and your hand on my cunt...feels soooo good, sooo fucking good! Can we fuck now? Please?" "Go ahead, ride me, ride my big fuckpole..." I placed a hand on each tiled wall and leaned forward and slid partially off then back onto his dick. The sensations were circling around my asshole, every nerve ending was on fire, every time I hit bottom and felt his curly hair rub. She sat down to wait for her brother to pick her up, and noticed something else about the costume. Because of the way the wings stuck out, she had a choice when it came time to sit down at the part - be modest and crush the wings, or sit down carefully and give every guy in the room a look up her dress. Oh well, she thought, I'll deal with that when the time comes.Chapter 3The trip over to Mark's house was uneventful. During the ride, Michelle realised just how short the costume was, but didn't. My husband reached with his hands, and spread open my butt cheeks, so that George could see my husband’s penis being inserted in and out of my pussy. Once again, I closed my eyes, and started to think about George being the one who was moving in and out of my vagina, how I was letting a white Christian man fuck me and thrust his uncovered white penis into my unprotected vagina, and a huge orgasm was now building quickly. My husband was moaning loudly now, and I could feel his cock swelling. She looked at the clock and realized the morning was slipping away and she did need to get to this appointment right away. Coming down her stairs she did feel a little shaky on the high heels but by the time she got to the bottom of the steps she had steadied herself.Driving to the salon she wondered what was ahead for her. Donald had been vague in his outline of what was to happen, but she knew whatever it was she would submit herself to it, for him. Arriving at the place she had been.