Anne said, “Got any more room in there?”“Of course” Betsy said and then Anne slid in on the other side of the bed. Anne crawled on top of my ...ace and pressed her dripping wet pussy right where it belonged. I started swirling my tongue in her pussy and tasting the chocolate all over again. But this time I had the extra pleasure of feeling Betsy slide her pussy down over my pole. She was soaking wet and I could tell she was ready to make up for some lost time.“Anne” She said, “Why are you. ‘That’s fine’ she smiled, ‘and you can have this haircut on the house’. ‘Well. . .’ I motioned for her to lean closer. She eased forward and I sneaked a quick glimpse down her her body, ogling the swell of her large breasts under her black, stretchy top. ‘I wouldn’t mind paying for the haircut, if I could swap the offer for something else’. ‘What’s that then?’ she asked. I checked where Emma was, she was in the back salon cleaning up at a sink. I leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear ‘A. Squeezing again, Betty felt the head of his prick fill her hand. Bud began pumping into her hand with the same rhythm that his tongue was using in digging into her mouth. She moaned around the plunging muscle and squeezed as the moist meat continued to drive into her palm.Suddenly she thought of Albert. His giant cock embedded deep in her sopping twat. She suppressed the thought."Let's get undressed," said Bud."Okay!" Betty replied.She felt his weight leave her body, and his cock leave her hand. Sure, why not? If I am not being a hurdle to you...”In Rhonda’s apartment, we had a couple beers and shared some chat, until I brought again that ‘strange subject’ to the table.“Rhonda, just between you and me, can you tell me how much those stories people say about you are real or not?”“You still bug me about that, aren’t you Steve?”“I am still curious to see how you are really the nasty slut people claim you are or it’s just fertile minds playing”“If you are so curious about it, why don’t you.