‘You have to agree to have coffee with me at the Buttery when you are finished,’ I continued. That was a coffee shop a block away. She thought for...a moment, and said, ‘Okay.’ That was how I learned her name, and a fair amount about her classes (part-time, mostly evening, she worked in data-entry days) and her ambitions. She hoped to get a job with a comic-book company as a penciller, and for that reason worked on being fast but fairly realistic. She was single and unattached at the moment, not. Spreading her sloppy cunt further she pushed down with her vaginal muscles extending her urethra further outward and making a lewd target for her mother."Lick my pisshole, bitch!" she ordered.Katrina stuck her tongue out and waggled it deliciously as she pushed her face back towards the open fuck hole. She could easily reach Gretchen's pisser with the tip of her tongue and she went to work bathing it in wet flicks. Pursing her lips into a small circle she found she could suction the piss-tube. After dinner at home, sis and I were eating a more delicious deserrt of pussy and cock flavored with delicious love juices. Our appetites were barely sated before we had to break it off by midnight.On Friday, the day after turkey day, I had been up as usual at the crack of dawn. After a little running exercises I puttered around outside for a while. There were a few weeds that needed to be pulled. I picked up the morning paper and went inside. I scanned the paper while sitting at the breakfast. It didn’t happen. Instead a cock roughly speared her wet virgin pussy. It entered her so quickly that she barely felt the ripping of her hymen. Instead she merely felt a sudden fullness that unlike the ass fucking was pleasant from the start and only got better and better as she was fucked. Once again two men played with her nipples as she was being fucked. This time however a third hand began playing with her little button. Her clitoris grew from it’s hood rapidly and became extremely.