Spunk dripped down her cheeks and splashed into her mouth. Her arsehole gaped like the mouth of the Dartford tunnel, and then slowly closed. She was p...lled to her feet and made to wave as the other girls were brought into the room. Since the bedroom was a lot smaller than the poolside, a few of the guys waited for their turn outside the room.Joey appeared with a big sack as the girls were lined up, a heavy black man on the side of each of the six girls. The earlier screaming and begging was. Isabelle was fairly new at the cafe, though she was not lacking in grace or service skills. The cafe was not too full and we chatted and even flirted when she was not too busy. She is tall, taller than me in fact. Her skin is light and her makeup was tasteful. Her full red lips really did look enticing. She wore a yellow blouse over a D cup bra and a light blue, mid-length skirt. Her uniform was a white apron with the cafe's logo. She wore platform shoes to match her blouse that added a few. At one point we had to lube her up some more with the KY, cause she was flat out of juice. She never ever said a word to us just moaned and occasionally screamed out "Oh! Fuck" or "Fuck". I ain't never seen no woman have that much non-stop fucking in my life. Man your wife really is a major slut. I think all she needed was an excuse to let go. We took turns with her all night long. Sometimes she would be double teamed at each end, sometimes just straight fucking, in the hot tub or the bed. At. They were big.” I replied.“How big?”I showed her by holding up my two pointer fingers about nine or ten inches apart. Her mouth dropped open in amazement.“How did you even take those?” She asked, laughing.“I was so goddamn wet down there that it wasn’t even an issue. It was a tight fit but they slid right in.” I was feeling a little relief telling her about this. I as we continued the story, I loosened up and let out a few more details. She was a good friend and didn’t make me feel bad, even.