And there it was. Her clean-shaven pussy. So pink, so pretty, so beautiful. “I love every inch of you. Mind if I do a little exploring?”“Be my g...est. Also, feel free to touch me.”I must be dreaming.“Take a seat.” I whispered in her ear.She sat in the sea-foam green couch and she spread her legs. That’s when I got a really good look at her pussy. I started to lightly touch her all up and down her body. She had the softest and smoothest skin and I could feel her shiver. I never thought in my. I look to the side of my face and both sides are flanked with cocks one nice sized the other kinda stumpy. i grab them in my hand and start working them after a few moments of this i work their now hard cocks. the stumpy one grabs my head as i suck his and thrusts his stump down my mouth. as he does he cums right in my mouth i ooze most of it out and slowly it slides down my front. a new guy squats in front of me and licks the cum off my body chest and skirt. the first guy is now in front of. They both made their way down opposite sides, looking over the crowd for any sign of Karen. Each one asked patrons, who knew Karen if they’d seen her, and none had. Several men had unwittingly fucked her or came in her mouth without recognizing her name or knowing who she was, because of her camouflaged appearance.The crowd in the Hen House was usual for a Friday night. Couples were in various stages of fucking, blow jobs, or eating pussy. The dance floor was also crowded with lots of semi-nude. I shrieked like a little girl and clapped my hands together repeatedly. Unable to keep the smile from my face, I ripped open the tape on the cardboard box and inside was a cooler. I was puzzled. "ooooohh, what could it be?" I said out loud. I opened the cooler and to my surprise there was a small wooden box inside. It was beautiful, there was an evergreen tree and a skull with script that said "for my slut" burned into the wood. I opened the box to find a test tube and a note. There were very.