Sean sat down as Mandy grabbed a pillow throwing it to the ground and slowly knelt on it. She grabbed onto his big cock with her tiny hand and began s...roking it as she muttered "Wow" and laughed. She continued stroking it until she opened her mouth wide lifting his cock up and slowly wrapped her mouth around it. Sean groaned "Yeah baby" as he placed his large hand on her head and began gently pushing it onto his cock. Mandy gagged but kept sucking it as Sean moaned "Suck that nigger dick" over. “I think it’s time you were fucked and filled” I said. The guys agreed as Nicole went was led to our bedroom. “Do we have any condoms?” she asked me as she passed. “Sorry, not this time” I replied. “You’re getting every last drop.”She was thrown onto the bed, her legs held open by two guys as a third wasted no time lining his cock up outside her dripping pussy. Another cock appeared next to her mouth, which she swallowed up with no hesitation. Without warning and with a single thrust, Nicole’s. Walking toward them from the big, shiny burgundy rig with the extra-deep sleeper behind the cab was a rangy-looking cowboy. And not a new one either—probably no younger than his early forties. He wasn’t too tall and certainly wasn’t too fat. In fact, he looked a little gaunt, all angles, and leathery tan, and wrinkles. Much like most of the rig drivers up here in the badlands of the upper West—well-worn jeans, a faded plaid flannel shirt, tooled-leather boots, a weather-beaten black ten-gallon. Really, is pulling one's skirt up and bending over a desk that obvious an invitation? She had only meant it to be a symbolic gesture of her commitment. After all, she was much older that him.Apparently it was taken as literal by this unsophisticated boy who did not appreciate nuances. She had expected to shame him by simply offering herself. Now she knew that no woman regardless of age was safe around him. But he had taken her after so long a time without any sex. Because of that one encounter.