Her pussy clenched around my cock. She moaned.Kurt watched.“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, my pussy growing tighter and tighter. My ovaries boiled. “...ake my cock, Janice! Ooh, yes, yes, yes! Take it! You love it!”“So much!” Janice moaned, her voice more playful. Naughtier. “Just keep ramming that dick into me, Becky!”“Yes!” I howled, staring into the memory of Kurt’s blue eyes.And came.My futa-cock erupted. Pleasure fired through me. I shuddered, burying into Janice’s pussy, the pleasure boiling. They were the sexist pair if perky A-cup tits. "Mmmm, perfect," I said.Cindy felt up her tits. "I hope they're not too small." Oh no, I love them. They're perfect," I said then I dropped to my knees and started at her tits. I started to suck on both of her nipples. "Feels good," Cindy moaned out.After a few seconds of sucking on her erect nipples, I grabbed the waist band of her panties and slowly lowered them down. It was a beautiful sight to first see her black patch of pubic hair when her. Then I heard a horn honk in the distance, but it wasn’t a normal honk. It was “Girls, Girls, Girls,” by the Crue. That was my Firebird. I was out of the door like a shot, running through the grounds, hopping the fence and heading to the headlights in the distance. My car was parked in a little gravel parking lot outside the center grounds. Leaning against it was Angie. She was five foot ten inches, ninety-three pounds of hot. She was wearing cutoff jean shorts that hung so low I could see her. What was more attractive was that the front door was open. ‘Come on, this looks like a good place to start,’ George said as he led the way up to the front door. There was no way of telling how many people were in the house but they could hear the music and the sound of voices in the lower floor rooms. ‘Let’s have some fun,’ George said, producing a strip of metal and a plastic clip from his pocket and went into the cupboard under the stairs and short circuited the lighting system. Unbeknown.