Sam was pleased with her body. She was very pleased. She was so pleased she wanted to show it off. She knew with a hot bod like this she could get ...ny man she wanted. That meant she could have sex. Sam wanted sex. She wanted a lot of sex. She went to her closet. She found no dresses that would fit. She settled for some pants that were all too tight on her curves, and a belly shirt. It hadn't started out as a belly shirt, but, a pair of scissors took care of that. Sam looked again at. He requires Spats to paint his own mouth with hot pink lipstick, and wear a wig, which keeps young Robert quite aroused.Robert also enjoys bunging Spats’s ass cheeks. He has considered tattooing ?Delivery In Rear? on Spats’s buttocks! Spats often comments bitterly that he didn’t get married so he would have to service young men, but I know he really loves it deep down.Robert’s friends come over now and then and Spats can suck as many as ten penises in a row, and his belly is filled with lots of. I was all he could do to keep from moaning out loud. Bonnie stopped her thrusting for a split second, long enough to realize that this was a real cock in place of the fake one. Apparently, her lust overcame her inhibitions, because she began to fuck David and suck me with a renewed vigor.As soon as I released her legs, David leaned forward, and Bonnie wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her pussy. She began to meet his every thrust with an intensity that I had never witnessed. "You didn't. You left me. I need help so badly and you slapped me andtortured me and..." I trailed off as the tears started coming up.She hugged me. I let her but part of me wanted to push her against thewall and beat the hell out of her."Why didn't you help me?" I demand."Dave and I," she says, "well, were weren't exactly of sound mind lastnight."I remember Dave's voice pitching and his freaky eyes."You were high?" I ask. "You were high and you went for a drive?!" Yeah..." she mumbles."You're.