Shirt ripped open. Bra barely hanging from her shoulders. Skirt hiked up around her abdomen. Flushed. No trace of embarrassment or shyness and giggles...from the bar. Just hunger. She slams both hands into my chest and shoved me violently against the wall. Falling into me she kisses my face. More consuming it. Licking her own juices off of my mouth. And following their savory trail down my neck she pulls my shirt over my head and licks my chest. Not to turn me on, but like she's claiming her. James looked at her in awe as he normally did on mornings proceeding nights like the night they had last night. Moriah stretched showing off her big round breasts and tight waist. She meandered over to the closet, her body screaming in pain, and from the angle James was sitting in, he could see her blood-red back beaten, scratched and bruised from a night of BDSM. He looked over at her, feeling really guilty as he usually did the night after. Moriah was dressed in secretary attire: A white. "Pancakes," she said.I got up and went to the bathroom to get dressed, and then I came out and picked up Amy and headed to the cafeteria. We found Patricia and Jenny, and joined them for breakfast."Good morning ladies," I said."I guess," Jenny said."Yep, its morning all right," Patricia said.Well they were a little short for some reason, but otherwise we had a good breakfast.When we were done eating I had Amy sit with Patricia, grabbed on to Jenny and took off. We jumped on the cart and went. I was lightly chewing her pussy lips and blowing on her cunt. She was moaning in between licks of my cunt. I then put a finger into my stepmother’s pussy. “Oh Margaret, that feels so good. Keep fucking me with your finger. Oh God!” My stepmother’s pussy was so wet and her cream was flowing fast out of her. My stepmother was fingering my ass with two fingers up my anus. She was sucking my clit and licking at my pussy lips. Then all of a sudden she pushed her tongue right through my pussy lips.