What the hell was I doing here? Then I looked over at D's 'troublemakers' and I remembered. I made my way near her and could hear the guy hitting on h...r. He was in his late thirties and looked like he worked out. He was telling her about his yoga and what it had done for his sex life. D glanced over at me and smiled. I smiled back and said, "How're you doing? (With brilliant repartee like that, you can see why bars are 'me') Her friend shot me a 'get the hell out of here look'."I'm Darla" she. " she said smiling to me."But you told me to just sit like a good girl, while you did the tea. So Ididn't want to upset you by moving." I replied shyly."You are such a good girl. Now let me take the bib off, then go over to thedoll. Her name is Shelly, do you like that name? " After untying my bib,Mummy wiped my mouth with it. Then a gentle kiss to my forehead. She is sowarm and motherly."Yes it is a nice name Mummy." I said looking towards Shelly, while waitingto be released. In on time there. He looked down, and there she was, open for his inspection. Her pussy lips were fat and full, completely unlike Tilly’s tight small ones, which he had to pry apart each time he pushed his prick into her. These lips were parted, a slim slit of darkness between them. They looked shockingly pink, below her dark, wild pussy hair.“Gorgeous,” he whispered, leaning down.“Oh damn!” she moaned.“What’s wrong?” he asked.“I’m getting wet!” she whined.“You’re just excited,” he said. “That makes me feel. His swollen end was at my crack and in one movement he spread me and lodged it just inside my exposed hole and I gasped as my flesh parted and as I was slimy with his cream took it in. I had no time to think about this wonderful thing that was happening to me as he worked his own flesh and it pulsed and pumped semen into me, he sighing long and low as I felt the cream filling me up and there was so much it seeped past his sausage and dribbled out. He must have still been spurting as he lunged.