Donna helped Debbie, that was her name, pack her stuff away in her shopping bags, and as they were talking she seemed a little flustered. They were bo...h talking away as I placed our shopping on the belt, packed it up and paid for it. As I stood next to them Donna said "Debbie's stressed out she's coming to ours for a coffee".As Debbie followed us in her car, our conversation was limited. Donna said "She seemes really nice we'll do her tonight", I replied "Ok". When we got to our house, Debbie. And, even if I do say so myself, my hips were sultrily swaying, my gorgeously rounded and enticing buttocks were wiggling like springed jellies, my perky, pokie, titties were jiggling with every tottering step, and my shower-head cunny was throbbing and spurting and ensuring that my milky thighs were well-lubricated as they rubbed across each other. So it was a bit of a bummer that Miss Crossface was standing guard at the gate, tapping her foot and leering disapprovingly at the assorted pupils. She’d stopped whipping her hair back and forth, and was now slowly walking toward Trish, a smile on her face.As Trish realized what was going to happen next, she knew she should be feeling dread. Stripping was a disgusting practice for women with no self-esteem to making men feel superior. So ... why was she looking forward to it? She had no interest in seeing the other woman’s body - Trish barely liked looking at her own body in the mirror, and had dumped at least two of the men in the room. I was fucking her hard, but she requested me to slow down.As she was being fucked without a condom, she was feeling a vibrating sensation. Slowly her pain was turning into pleasure which was evident in the way she was moaning. Since this was her first time, she had her orgasm within few minutes, and her pussy leaked too much juice.Then we took some rest, and we had a wild and hot doggy-style session. Pooja enjoyed it a lot this time. She thanked me for giving her this much pleasure. I held her.