Bob watched Terri walk up the stairs in front of him and had to admit her backside was nice. Then again he thought that most girls who watch their wei...ht have a nice bottom.Terri was wearing a short jacket that was open and he could see a sweater under it. She had on a plaid skirt and kept up the conversation. Bob asked about Randy and she said that was water under the bridge and preferred not to discuss it. If that was her feeling on the matter it was okay with Bob as he thought Randy was. A half-hour later, showered and powdered, her pudenda carefully shaved and a jeweled cone-shaped plug deep in her stretched anus and a tiny clip-on ring atop her fluttering labia, she came down for breakfast wearing only her brother’s college t-shirt, which barely reached the crest of her mounded thighs, a constant reminder of their multiple couplings. Her large nipples were poking out firmly and her tiny clit stalk was sore and quivering.“You have a modeling job at ten,” said her current. His eyes still looked strangely glazed over toJohn, to the extent he almost wondered if the black manwere on some kind of drug. By this time he was rambling, talking about Sharon as ifshe weren’t even there and largely ignoring his friend.Or, perhaps, he had begun to sense the effect his cruderemarks were having on John. “Did you see the size ofher fuckin’ titties, man? Damn, they’re huge, too, justlike the rest of her. Fuckin’ big and floppy. I’d loveto get. The water poured down to my neck and sheeted over my breasts. My nipples drank in the sensation as his digits pumped in and out of my juicy twat.“You want to fuck that hole, don’t you!” I moaned. “Yes, you do. You want to fill my pussy full of all your cum!”“Goddamn, what a teasing brat,” he groaned and thrust his tongue into my asshole.“Yes!” I moaned in delight.Daddy’s tongue wiggled through my asshole. He swirled around inside of me while his fingers buried over and over into my pussy. He.