Each seemed to be trying to outfuck the other.Neither of them would give in and come yet.Both held out as long as they could.And so, it had turned int... a marathon fuck.The kind of fuck that Penny had missed at school. Maybe she SHOULD have gone out and worked in the real world first like her mother wanted her to do.Maybe she should have worked as a maid at the Hewitt Regency...Think of all the good balling she had missed."God, your pussy is glorious!" the smiling dude said as he crammed his. Picture Mark's strong body, muscles rippling on his back, veins standing out like whipcords. See him rising and falling inside her, plunging majestically into the sweet little honeypot he's been called here to fill. His grunts and growls and his panting for breath.Now see Annabelle's trim, slim body that still shows off curves to die for, busty breasts with dark tips jiggling after Mark finally frees them from that silky bra, the garment flung aside to join the rest of their discarded clothes. There were six performers that evening, and the singers would perform their songs in order of their service at the company. Dusty would, therefore, be the last one to sing.Brenda was the first performer and did a reasonable version of a country and western song. Her applause, thereafter, was very polite. Two male staff members followed her, and the second one of these guys got a really hearty applause. They were then followed by two ladies, both of whom did good versions of the ballads they had. "You look magnificent, Lynn!"Hugging Lynn.Lynn had been enjoying the attention. He was thinking that if he hadknown how much fun it was to be a real woman in public he would havetried out for the part a long time ago."But I absolutely hate your clothes," Sara said. "What were youthinking, girl?"Kay and Lynn looked at each other and totally cracked up. They stifledit, tried to acquire a serious look, hugged each other and were doingfine, in control, when Kay, catching Lynn's eye, started to.