This is pretty good she thought to herself. She wondered if her host had made this homemade or if this was delivered from a local restaurant. Wherever...it had come from it was very tasty. When she finally met her absent host Sara would have to ask him for the recipe. She made a note of that her still somewhat fuzzy head. Before leaving the kitchen, Sara decided she was going to be a polite guest and wash her bowl and utensils and put them back where they belonged. Thankfully all the stuff to. ”“Pull your skirt up and let her take a picture of your naked legs and your pussy too. I’m sure Bob would love to have a copy of that one to keep with him.”“Forever, he’s wanted me to let him take naked pictures of me. I wanted to so damn bad, but I never wanted to see myself naked in pictures.”“Are you wearing a bra?”“I don’t even need a bra and as soon as Bob asked me to come back with him to meet you, I wished for the thousandth time, that I had big titties.”“Raise your blouse up over your. I fell asleep on the couch, and when I woke up in the morning, it was plain to see that I had lost power sometime during the night. I lit a candle to find my watch, and discovered that I was going to be late if I didn’t step on it. I hoped that the power had only gone off recently so that I would have enough hot water to take a shower. I did, just barely, and the bracing end of the shower reminded me of the ones I had taken with Becky. Overcoming the many obstacles, I managed to leave the house. I felt it gaping open from being held so wide for so long. She slid two fingers inside the stretched hole, then three and four, until finally I saw her hand disappear inside me. Brooke joined her between my legs and used one hand to finger my ass, and the other to rub my slippery clit.Sara twisted her fist around inside my pussy almost effortlessly as I gurgled and played with the cum in my mouth. I grinned as men again surrounded me and warm loads of jizz splashed down on me from every.