But it felt so good… so good to have Eddy's finger working gently back and forth in the hot slick folds of her pussy. Her body yearned to be touched... She couldn't resist the hunger she felt so deeply. And what could he do on a bus, anyway? All she had to do was yell and he'd let her go. It was like the time she'd let Bob Carson kiss her all over her body. Parked in the middle of a drive-in movie she'd let him do that. She'd felt safe… in a way. But Teresa realized that she really didn't want to. Caressing her breasts one by one with my free hand I imagine myself between her legs and fucking that pussy of hers like crazy. Killing the moment she whispers in my ear, telling me that I had just drove right past her house, slowly removing my hand from under her shirt she winks at me and says ‘who says it has to stop here?’ Stepping out of the car and opening the door for her she grabs hold of my hand and leads me inside her house, upstairs and into her room. Sitting me on her bed she tells. “What about it dawg—you like that wet tongue running up and down your hairy ass crack—does it feel as good as when big bro does it”? Dustin could only groan in some undetectable language that was interpret ed as yes. Another grabbed the back of the bois head that was eating out Dustin, and rubbed his face up and down in Dustins crack, with someone shouting 'get his nose in it'. Dustin continued going up and down my pulsating shaft, with each downward thrust putting my pubes in his face. Damm. Two King beds, a large bathroom. A couple of couches and two round tables with chairs. A large screen TV and ample places to store their clothes and toys. The refrigerator was full size and the first thing Bruce did was put the wine in to chill. “Did you bring enough?” Violet askedBruce had brought a number of bottles. Their favorite white and some champaign for later tonight when they celebrated their anniversary.“Better to have too much than not enough,” Bruce replied.Violet got into the.