I was a bit behind them but saw them both go into one of the larger changing cubicles usually reserved for families. I slipped quietly into the cubicl... next door as I thought I might hear some action!Nothing! Nothing except the usual sounds of getting dressed. I had almost given up listening when I suddenly heard the instantly recognizable sound of rhythmic fucking, together with small gasps and grunts. I stood on the cubicle bench and peeked over. They had got dressed alright! The younger guy. As Jamaal continued his thrusting, Kristen could feel another orgasm building within her, but she knew that her lover would probably cum before she did, her husband always came before she finished. But this was different, Jamaal showed no signs of being ready to cum as he picked up speed and was now pounding her pussy fast and furiously. Now Kristen's moans had turned into screaming and yelps of pleasure as her lover relentlessly pounded her.Finally, her orgasm overwhelmed her and Jamaal felt. " Fred balanced himself on one arm, putting his other behind him. One dude he might be able to deal with, but two? He was in deep shit...Toby clicked a handcuff on it, then announced himself by directing, "Now the other hand. Go ahead and drape yourself on um, Mary's tits..." Eyes straight ahead!" Lon prompted, maintaining contact between the pistol's muzzle and Fred's neck."Shit," Fred whined, disgusted, eyeing Sally from between her breasts, "Why the fuck didn't you warn me 'bout THIS. Big tits, long blonde hair, a mole on her left tit, the lower slope? Another on her left labial?” She was getting pissed because I was stalling until I mentioned the moles.“She always covered that second one.”“I said I knew her, not that I had seen her pictures.”Maybe I did know her Bente, but she said “get to the point please?”“Marta and my mother her sister were royalty for a tribe that existed before the Incas formed, their blood is pure. They stayed isolated until a disaster drove them from.