You can talk but you are still blindfolded."How many cocks fucked you so far?"You think and answer, "Five". Are you sure? If you are wrong, what hap...ens?"You are a lucky little girl. You are right. Five cocks fucked your pussy so far, so far that is. If you were wrong, do you know what would have happened?"You answer "No." We would have each fucked that sweet little ass of yours." As we are talking you feel someone get on the bed behind you and then a cock against your pussy. He enters. “Of course, Carla,” I said, disappointed. “You shouldn’tbe forced to do things you don’t want to.”“You’re not mad at me?”“No. I love you, remember?”She gave me a memorable kiss, a kiss with just a hint ofpossibility, but it was not to be. Not yet.Though we maintained a close relationship, what hadhappened between us was never far from the surface, eventhough two years or so would pass before anythingchanged. Things started to. “He tastes good, doesn’t he?” Becky purred as she sat back down.“Mmm hmm,” Christine moaned in response, unwilling to swallow just yet.“God, I’m so wet,” Becky gasped. She sat back, flipped up her skirt, and parted her legs, giving clear evidence of her claim to even her aunt, looking indirectly through the rear view mirror.Christine finally swallowed with a lick of her lips as she heard Dan’s seatbelt click open. Becky lifted her right leg and braced it against the passenger seat, parting. I did not see any bra straps from walking behind so in the chilly evening breeze the tips of her breasts were strained by the material of the sundress. Her body swayed hypnotically as we walked towards her car. It felt like we’d been walking a league over the course of a year, but in reality it must have taken us fifteen minutes from the time that we left the back deck. She pulled out her keys from a small bag and unlocked the car’s back doors. She bent over seductively making me trace my eyes.