The two clothed girls giggled. The bare assed naked one looked nervous. She looked at me, "I lost a dare bet and have to fuck the next guy that came...in. That's you." My name is Ron, I am white and I am just a little past my forty first birthday. I'm still in pretty good shape. I'm married with twin twenty year old girls. I'm six foot one and weigh 193 pounds. I'm just an average guy. "Mister, I lost the bet. Will you fuck me?" Many thoughts quickly went thru my head. Could I get. For as long as I had known Rachel, I had adored her, fantasized about her, almost loved her. Her body was gorgeous. We'd been shopping a few times where I'd had the pleasure of being in the changing room while she tried on different shorts and pants. I'd always try and cross my arms to hide my fully erect nipples. I'd always excuse myself to the bathroom and relieve my aching pussy. I snapped back to reality as Rachel walked back up the aisle, her legs lifting at each step, showing me glimpses. "Ung, ugh, I love that nasty shit, bitch," Omoi said as he enthusiastically sped up. Ino's grip at his waist was loosening.The Yamanaka was at her limit as the darkened cock was fucking the sense out of her. She couldn't even get all of it in her mouth.The stinking odor of his rod violating her senses made her hack. The slobber-jizz and melted dick-cheese mixture drooped from her chin.Her lack of air made Ino snort, inviting the nauseating sensation inside of her. She was going to be. ' Indeed as I walked down the long hallway, all the servants kneeling at each doorway said 'General, thanks a million.' To my surprise, my bride, with traditional Japanese makeup and dressed in a kimono, smiled sweetly and bowed as I entered the room. The furnishings had changed from Chinese to Japanese. 'General, I hope your new bride makes you feel at home.' I always liked Miss Yamaha's organizational skills. Cherry poured me some sake. I gave the cup to my bride to taste, she took a sip and.