I have a round ass, I’ve had it called a “bubble butt” since I was young. So that’s me in a nutshell, I mean obviously there’s more to me, ...ut do you really need to know that for this to continue? I don’t really think so. Any who; back to the story at hand. “I talked to your fiancé the other day,” he started. “You did?” I replied slightly surprised. Cameron never mentioned anything to me about him. “Yes, I ran into him at Dunkin Donuts.” “Oh? What did you guys talk about?” “You, my. She was wearing a black raincoat tied loosely over a blue turtleneck sweater and a tie dye skirt. The dramatic look was completed by calf length leather boots. I couldn’t help but stare as we silently danced separately through the fruit stands, testing and sampling, her hair flowing like water about her. Perhaps pretty girls sense these things, because suddenly, she met my eyes, smiled, and glanced away. I took it as a friendly smile, but was unsure whether it was sweet or shy. Our ballet. I screamed as a jolt of pain/pleasure shot to my toes. His hand still in my hair, Mark fucked my ass. I was still looking into his face as he pulled me back. His eyes were closed as he drove into me. My groans became a pathetic sounding babble as my body came hard over and over. I reached down and rubbed my clit, trying to spread out some of the sensations going through me.“Dude, you need to share,” I heard Paul say.“You think so?” Mark said. “It looks like her pussy needs some attention,” he. ” said Michelle, as she rubbed her thumb across the young girl’s quivering bottom lip. “Now, take one last look at the boss and then turn to me and kiss.” said Michelle. They both looked to Andrew, who was awestruck. Michelle gave Andrew a horny little smile, knowing she’d pushed exactly the right buttons. She reached out for Carla and pulled her towards her.Carla practically melted in Michelle’s arms. She felt hypnotised. She looked at Andrew before turning to kiss the very woman she’d been a.