Her stomach twisted painfully and she felt the reddening of embarrassment continue to grow on her cheeks. Mrs. Potter scanned the room quickly and si...enced all giggles with a stern look. She brought her gaze back to Rebecca and studied her saccharine expression with penetrating eyes. Clearing her throat she responded, her tone devoid of humor. ‘Yes, one partner.’ She paused and focused her stare into Rebecca’s sparkling green eyes. ‘And if that was some sort of attempt to be clever, I’d. Down over her calves, then back up to do her arms and neck. Turning her, Les begins another downward path over her boobs, which she takes her time washing, Phoebe’s stomach, and then to her shortly clipped mons. As Les enters Phoebe’s lower sanction, Phoebe has been doing much the same to Les. Both with soapy clothes in their hands, they begin to rub and clean each other’s pussy. Oh, the clothes rubbing back and forth over their clits and up into their vags. They both start to breathe. “Daddy.” I whispered. “Fuck me.” It didn’t take him long to pick me up and put me on the kitchen counter. He pulled down my shirt started sucking my hard nipples. “Oh Daddy.” I spoke biting my lip. His right hand went straight to my pussy and his left went to my other breast. After a couple minutes my opened both of my legs and started to lick my awaiting clit. I gasped and started to rock back and forth. “Oh yes.” I spoke rubbing both of my tit’s. “Oh my god please…I don’t want to wait. It was quite dark, but I could see there where maybe 15 guys there, most sitting, but maybe 5 black men standing against the wall. They were all jacking off. I could tell my wife was uneasy, so I took her by the hand and led her to the front of the theater. I grabbed her ass as we walked down the aisle. We sat down and immediately a bunch of guys took up seats in front of us, behind us, and one black stud sat right next to my wife. She whispered to me she wanted to leave. I told her to relax.