This Maggie O’Hara sitting at the kitchen table with Sarah was not the Irish lass that I had expected or pictured in my mind. Both were wearing T-sh...rts and shorts, a little unusual given the cold weather outside. Sarah typically wore no bra, and I could see her breasts jiggle and her nipples poke out of her shirt as she moved. Maggie got up to shake my hand. She also wore no bra, and her breasts jiggled underneath her shirt when she stood. Maggie’s breasts were twice the size of Sarah’s and. Her arms were crossed tightly over her small, pert breasts, stretching the white baby doll t-shirt she wore across the shoulders. A short black, pleated skirt swished at her soft thighs, occasionally betraying glimpses of white cotton panties underneath as she hurried along. The party she had just left had been a waste of time; it was such a drag she had left early and ended up having to travel through town alone. The house had been full of horny teenage guys, most of them virgins due to. We waited like that for a few moments when she started moving herself over it slowly. I pulled her face closer to mine with one hand and we started a wettest and deepest of the kisses. Over saliva was being exchanged as if there was no limit. I was grabbing her shaking and sweaty boobs with one hand while pumping her faster. She was groaning and moaning; biting my lips in between. In no time, we were able to match the perfect rhythm and her love juices started flowing again. The room was filled. Wendy felt his motion slow as a second man positioned himself over her and pressed his hard black cock against her pelvis. She took a moment away from devouring the mixed juices from the exceptionally well hung black man's cock which slid across her face now, she caught the second guy's eye and mouthed fuck me, then out aloud, I need you to put your big black cock in my pussy. Wendy looked on in delight as the fat head of his cock parted her swollen lips then very slowly pressured the opening,.