"But the truth is I do like the idea of watching out for you...little sister."Kris answered with a well-aimed pillow to my gut, and we had another rou...d of hysterical laughter."Ok, 1-1, what's next b*o," she said."More wrestling," I answered. "This time we're going with the arm wrestle." I set up two chairs on either side of a small makeup table and with a gentlemanly arm swoop welcomed Kris to the chair opposite me.Kris rolled her eyes and plopped down in the chair, resigned to a likely. He was still watching when she bent over to fill the paper tray. Hilda was putting on her usual show but was also consciously aware of his attention and enjoying ever second of it. Her skirt wasn't unusually short, but she made sure it rode up enough to show a bit of her panties. At the rate these two were going, she'd finish the task with him still there gawking at her. Though this acknowledgment of his purpose would have pleased her, Jerry himself didn't want to be so blatant. "Stand. Richie’s black cock was about twelve inches long and it was not fully hard yet. That huge thing was now swelling and growing in her hands and mouth. Then he pulled away from Ana and slid between her thighs. As he began rubbing his cockhead on her slippery pussy lips he looked deeply into her eyes. It was then I saw how lost she was, her eyes were glassed over with lust and she began begging Richie for it.The head of his big black pussy wrecker was against her opening. He pushed forward and. As the queue brought Zeta, Tracey and Buttercup towards the welcoming bright glare of the neon lit interior, the men could see the girls more clearly."Fuck! You're a fucking beauty, ain't you?" a corpulent man with a cigarette in his hand commented to Buttercup. "You wanna fuck rather than work like the others, dearie?"Buttercup shook her head, and hurried after Zeta as she went in. Tracey was aware of a disapproving glare at her shorter hair as she entered herself, and was frightened that this.