"Oh, Marcie, Steve, I apologize to both of you," she said, looking from one to the other. "I don't know what came over me. I walked down the hall and ...tood listening at your bedroom door for a long time." Suddenly, she made up her mind. "Look, I know that I've abused our friendship. I'll get my stuff and go on home..."Grabbing her friend's hand, Marcie tried to calm her. "Megan Kimbrel, you will not. That's total nonsense," she declared, hugging Meg and kissing her on the cheek; all the while. Veronica smiled deviously. "How about a threesome?"Dave nearly choked on the juice he was just gulping down when he heard, and the blood immediately rushed to his cock as he imagined participating in a threesome with two women who cold easily have chosen careers as supermodels. He felt like the protagonist of a poorly written erotic novel in which the suspension of disbelief was often stretched beyond its breaking point.Acacia shook her head. "If we do that we'll ruin him for high school girls.. After he had secured his dick at my entrance he placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled my body onto his thrusting cock.I was totally oblivious to the initial discomfort, determined to make my fantasies of the previous night a reality. Once he got a steady rhythm going he lifted his backside slightly and supported by his arms began to pummel my butt manically. I had never felt anything this good in my entire life and groaned like a randy bitch.With his body convulsing above me Mateo sprayed. I thrust a hand between my legs, rubbing my cuntlips. I thrummed my clit.My big boobs bounced and heaved as I ran through a gauntlet of Kurtises. Rugged and tan faces. Blue, hungry eyes. Strong bodies. Huge cocks. Black hair. That smile. That hungry, possessive smile. I whimpered and moaned.The real Kurtis awaited me. These weren’t my sons. It wasn’t incest to lie with them. I didn’t birth them. Their cocks didn’t belong in my pussy. My son’s did. I kept saying that as I rushed back to the vent.