As a matter of fact, I'd love for him to fuck you." "Would you like to fuck him?" I asked. "Well, maybe if you didn't mind," she said. "Do you want me...to tell him, that I wouldn't mind if you guys fooled around a little?" "If you want to," she said. I went out into the front room where Ken was sitting and told him, that if he played around with Louie that he would be able to get into her pants, as she'd said she wouldn't mind fucking him, if I didn't care. I told him, that he could do anything. . adding to the growing lush pile. He was proud of his immediate work. He took a shorter breather and would have finished the whole yard in half an hour or so...but...he heard his step sister’s J’Arnie’s voice behind him....“Get an eyeful of this you prick”Hamish turned around and was confronted by the flattering, fetching, male fantasy become backyard reality...frickin J’Arnie in a white tight wet cotton t shirt. No bra on the tramp. Soaked wet t-shirt breast heaven.It’s just so goddamn. Master will enjoy ravaging it tonight.”She had already submitted herself. Not only to what was coming, but the workers taking bites and licks off her as they willed. Fingering in the fruits, and finally placing a cup of pudina under her.“Marinate it for 30 mins”, came Pa’s voice from the sofa at the end of the shed. And almost immediately the workers tied two bowls to her hanging breasts. They were have dipped into them. One pudina and the other one “teeka”.She felt the sauces soaking into her. My pussy was so wet, the air flowing cool around my shaved lips, juices dribbling down my thighs.“Shall we?” I asked Linh.“Wait,” she said and her fingers rubbed at our coach’s sloppy cunt. Then she painted whiskers, three per cheek, on my face. I shuddered, feeling my hot cum and the coach’s pussy juices drying on my face. “There, now we’re both Pussycats.”“Meow,” I giggled.Then we darted ahead and out of the locker room. It wasn’t a long journey back to the field. Our locker rooms were in the.