.... Mmmm.... Fuck meeee...!!!!", she squealed.. As Marjory relaxed her asshole, She kept on pushing my cock inside. Marjory held her breath, afraid s...e would cry out. Not with pain or shock.... simply because of the excitement of my hard cock in her horny asshole. Her asshole felt stretched wide open, and she kept holding her breath as my cock slid deeper into her hot anus. Then Marjory tightened her ass, trying to milk my cock. Not because it hurt, but because of the sense of degradation, she. I was hoping the wind would blow up my dress…let him get a look, go red in the face, reach for me, tell me I’m pretty (which of course I am) and I took his hand and said: “Let’s walk to the barn.” His hand was soft and warm and as we walked to the barn his hand brushed against my leg…I think he could feel I was naked…no panty line…no bra straps showing from shoulders…you know, all the things to make a boy hard as a fucking rock.Did I say “fucking?” What a naughty girl I was then…even then. Mary asked about strip poker. She began to play when she came to the university. She and Liz had played several times. Carole and Beth had never played. Carole asked if the games culminated in sex. Mary said they seldom did in the beginning, but often did now. Jen said she and I discovered the game after graduation, and only the first game ended without at least one of us getting fucked. Liz asked if any of us had ever played in an all girl game. Only Mary would admit to that, but she insisted. She also suggestedthat they again go shopping at the community area, to see if they can addto Kathy's small wardrobe which they did. They were lucky to findanother fine dress, this one a bit more formal in a short sleeve versionfalling just at the knee. Rose told Kathy that she would have to wearpanty hose or garter stockings with this outfit, something that Kathyhadn't given any thought to yet. In addition, they found a nice set oflow heeled pumps that would match this dress and many others.