A few seconds later Stacy opened the passenger door and climbed in. I leaned over and kissed her. “Are you still wet?” I asked. “I guess so,�... she replied. “I want to know. Touch yourself.” Stacy did as I asked, apparently still enjoying being a bad girl. She slide her hand up under her skirt. When she withdrew it again her middle finger was wet. “Yep,” she smiled. I looked at her sternly. “Good. Just don’t cream on my seat.” Stacy hit my shoulder. “Fuck you,” she cried. I smiled and. Oh, fuck. They purred. My cock twitched at the sound. Dallas stepped up and grasped my chair just above my head, then placed first one foot, then the other, on some pegs I had not noticed before on either side of me. Mack closed in behind her, and I could feel a hand wrap around my dick, moving it slowly along Dallas wet slit. Both of them smiled at me. You know what, Big Brother? We have been fantasizing about you since we first had any interests in boys, Mackenzie whispered around Dallas. Prolonging the pleasure so he could take full advantage later by driving his big black cock into my married pussy that only my husband had fucked. I was beginning to wonder if the boast he had made earlier about fucking white married women was true. I was moaning as James worked my pussy over with his fingers. Holding onto his wrist as if trying to stop him from his assault on my pussy but looking at him with lust filled eyes as if begging him to fuck me right there. James kept telling me how. Her figure was 40 40 48 - any one who liked ass would have lots of it with her. Once again, no action from her man.She was welcomed at the door by Chloe. Who took her overcoat and led her into the lounge.On entry Tracey's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped open on seeing Jen & Nat. They girls welcomed her warmly: "Never mind you will not need those heavy clothes for long." "Oh I think I misunderstood the dress code, sorry." "Never mind, a few Vodkas and no one will care."In normal parties.