I don't think I can take it all!" You can do it, honey," her mother said, coaching from the other side of the bed. "Just take a little a a time til yo... have the whole fucking thing inside of you." Carmela Soprano was leaning back, naked, against a pile of pillows on the bed as she fingered her well-fucked pussy and watched her daughter try to take the cock that she had just been enjoying moments before. She pulled her fingers out of her swampy hole for a second and saw a large glob of Peter's. We will be the performers, and you can be our audience.” “Oh?” “Yes. And to insure that you don’t break the rules and interrupt the performance, we thought we would restrain you a bit.” “Really? What do you have in mind?” “It is a surprise. If you trust us, I think you will enjoy yourself. We will start with this blindfold,” Clarice said, conjuring the blindfold from beneath her pillow. I must confess, my mind had not run this wild, but knowing Clarice and trusting her, I said, “Okay.” . Clear white pussy juice spilled out of her hole, between her fingers, and puddled on the vinyl cushion that she sat on. I didn't know what to say but words came out anyway. "I'm sorry, Cindee. You are very, very beautiful."Her rage instantly turned to confusion, then to anguish. She pulled her fingers out of herself and covered her face with her hands, bursting into tears. "All of you! You're all such..." I stepped forward by instinct. Reached down and put my arm around her shoulders. She. His dark blonde pubic hair circled his cock and balls, and when Martina saw it, she began to purr: "Mmmh, your man looks appetizing."I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "And you'll see how appetizing he tastes, slave." She nodded. I guided her to Triss' crotch and she caressed his dick with her fingers gently before wrapping her lips around its tip and starting to suck.Triss moaned. I looked around and noticed some conspicuous holes in one side of the stall. Besides that, there was.