" I can still remember that fat little asshole, he would come into the restaurant every morning and order the exact same thing." I remember, two eggs ...ver easy, two strips of bacon, white toast, and a glass of orange juice. Every once in a while he would have coffee, but not very often." Marge said.Anne moved around so she was sitting across from Marge. She moved her foot between her sister-in-law's legs and gently caressed her mons with her toes. Marge parted her legs and scooted down into the. Elles sont trés belles!" repeated the young man who stood above her as she sat cross-legged by the edge of the jetty."I speak English, you know," said Marla with a smile. The young man's French accent was truly execrable. He was slim, with baggy khaki shorts that came nearly to his knees, open-toed sandals, and a tee-shirt that celebrated the Pacha nightclub in Ibiza."You do? I thought you might be French or Belgian or summat." Not Moroccan?" No. Not Moroccan. You don't look Moroccan. Where. She was really dripping now and she could see it running down between her ass cheeks. She really wanted to feel how smooth her friend’s pussy was and although she had never considered it herself she did think it made Lisa’s pussy look really inviting. She wondered how her own pussy would look nude.Lisa started to pump her own fingers into her pussy now and was really getting into it. Brittany found herself matching Lisa’s rhythm. They were both pumping wildly and Brittany could feel a. "Sorry if you thought that was the countdown for the timer. I just wanted the crowd to count down your orgasm, you filthy rapist." John's head was turned upward again. Melinda slid down, putting the mouth of her pussy right over this mouth, still held firmly open by the ring gag.Pandora continued, "There, now the time is up ... I suppose my favorite initiates are going to become Sisters tonight after all." Pandora slid two fingers into the redhead's fuzzy pussy, and the victim, still in shock.