Phir bhi wo mere khushi k liye thoda sa chus rahi thi but maine usko rok liya aur mai let gaya aur usko apne muh k upar apni chut aur gand le kar bait...ne bola wo apni dono pair faila kar mere muh pe apni chut ko ragadne lag gaye aur mai apni jeeb se uski chut aur gand chat raha tha aur wo apni chut le kar mere face par kud rahi thi aur apna gand bhi ragad rahi thi mere face par usko bahut maza aaraha tha aur wo pagalo jaise chut gis rahi mere face pe aur wo phir jhar gaye apni chut ka pani..Ab. The two men stayed where they were. I didn’t know what to do. It was a big disappointment. I finally gave up and decided to drive off and wait another day.I slowly drove out of the car park and headed home. When I looked in the rear mirror one of the cars also started up and followed me out. My heart started to pound. Could he really be following me. I turned down a narrow road and the car did the same. I drove for about a half mile, very slowly and yes, the car did the same. My cock started to. .. demanding to be pleased.They wouldn’t take turns, like their sisters had. They wanted him together. Neither had ever felt his fountain of seed in their bellies ... had never felt that from any man ... and they didn’t care about that. All they cared about was feeling his thickness slide deep inside their famished pussies, and that wonderful little rotation he did, that crushed their helpless clitties, and brought such astonishing orgasms.Currently, it was Betty who was watching, torturing her. Carson didn’t care about anything other than Karen Foley. Everything about her was perfect, as though Carson himself had been in the workshop when God had set about choosing the parts which would make up Karen’s perfection. It wasn’t that she was perfect in a Playboy centrefold sense; it was just that she was perfect for Carson. Her laugh was more infectious than measles; her smile more warming than nuclear piles. Carson’s thoughts and dreams had been infiltrated to the point where he could.