"Beautiful! But they look sore. I don't believe I have ever seen black and blue tits before. That must have been some party. How many men did you fuck...!" I don't know," I whispered.I had begun to cry quietly. I couldn't imagine why I would answer his personal question or stand here like a statue and let him do these things to me. Every fiber of my being wanted to turn and run screaming from this room!"Is your poor little pussy sore?" he asked. The note of concern in his voice rang false, even. His hands grasped at air first in a fist and then fingers spread wide. He hissed, he pushed, he grunted, he blew. . . . . . he shot.Gallons of white, sticky, stringy, hot cum splattered against Terry’s chest. She giggled in disbelief. She let go and grabbed handfuls of cum. She looked up at me, showed me her hands and giggled again.I dived in and grabbed this waving, out of control giant and aimed it at her crotch. He shot again, this time into her pubic hair, again she rubbed it in. . “Zanyia, yes!” I groaned. “Rithi’s delicate fingers, you’re such a good kitty cat.”Zanyia purred louder. The rumbles buzzed through my pussy. Her nose rubbed at my clit, her face rooting around while her ears twitched more. I flicked my gaze from her golden eyes staring up at me to Elli riding my brother’s cock. Not hard and fast, but slow, savoring that delicious shaft in her cunt. Lucky slut.I’d savor it, too.A whimper escaped my lips, Zanyia’s tongue probing as deep as she could reach into. That was fine with me. I picked up Ruth’s shift and followed the two girls across the hall and into Connie’s bedroom.Connie locked the door and went toward one corner of her room. I just stood there as Ruth helped Connie out of her dress. I had no idea how hard it was to get in and out of those fancy dresses because my mother never wore them. I watched as Ruth unhooked things and untied other things. She started peeling Connie in layers like an onion. I watched as the outer dress came off, a.