“You do it. Make sure his cock is good and slick for me so it will slide right in my nasty little fuck hole.”Damn, she was determined to make me ...er bitch in every way she could. I was well beyond the point where I had any hope of drawing the line, and she knew it. I poured some of the sex oil in my palm and once again wrapped my hand around Chet’s massive boner. I stroked him, spreading the lube along his length, making sure to liberally coat the bulbous head of his cock. As I prepared. They huddled closely and tried to blend in with the others escaping thequake. However how could two beautiful identical twin blondes do that?Many of the men stared at them and a few tried to get friendly but wererepulsed. "I don't like this," Melissa whispered."Neither do I, we just have to keep moving and hope for the best. I wouldfeel a lot better if I had a gun," Michelle said quietly, thinking backto their childhood only a few years ago when with rifles and theirfather's pistol hunting for. He motions her to turn around and spread her legs and bend over so all can see her plug. She is bright red faced now but does as directed. As she bends down, she realizes what is expected of her now, and moves her fingers to the ring on the plug and pulls it out some and then thrust back in. She moans some from that feeling.She is starting to get what she must do and stands and turns back around. Donald holds up a pad of paper with one-hundred written on it. She understands that over. But if love wasn't yet impossible for Grace, itcertainly wasn't for Marcia."The possibilities?" Marcia responded, with resigned incredulity.In fact, she'd been thinking of breaking things off with Walt. She'dtried to handle the situation as conscientiously as she could and yet shesaw now that she'd made a complete hash of it. The only thing to do wouldhave been to stop things before they'd even begun. But she'd been weakand lonely and vulnerable. And it had been so long since she was.