Sarah washumiliated by the smell of the sweat, cum, and piss which sprang forth, butbefore shecould apologize,he touched her lips, and said. "It's ok,...Idon't mind your stench. Now, before you earn my dick, you have to work for it.I want youto hump my leglike the little horn-dog you are. You'll hump it, until you cum. Straddle myleg, and get to workwhore". Numb, and in afog of lust, Sarah lowered her crotch to his leg, and began to slide back andforthon it. The smellof her pussy was terrible,. “And I bet he could be your special friend for the night if you’d just take a chance.”“Just stop.”Mary threw her hands up. “Fine. Look, all I did was talk to him. And flirt. A little. Let’s just forget about it and go back to the beach.”“What if he’s there?”“What if he is? If it makes you feel any better, he’s here for Ray’s poker tournament. You know how Ray’s games are. They’ll be there for hours. You can hide behind me if he comes down to the beach, and he’ll probably be too drunk. " Teresa in a whining tone said "Use Meeeeeeee.” Then she said, "Oh yeah, that’s it, deeper.” “Use me deeper.“ I pushed my cock up her ass until I was balls deep. She and I rotated our hips working my cock up her ass as deep as it would go. Teresa just loved her asshole reamed, and the nastier I talked to her the nastier she’d respond, saying in a lusty nasty tone, “THAT’S IT FUCK MEEEEE.“ “FUCK ME GOOOOOOD!” FUCK THAT ASS!” She continued rotating her hips saying, "FUCK ME," "USE MEEEE!" "YOU. The panties clung tighly to his crotch, showing thesmooth, curving surface of David's feminine mound. He picked out asleeveless button-up shirt that promised to be cool. He looked at thesole bra in the pile, and weighed the potential support of the braagainst the emasculating notion of wearing it, and shook his head.He'd deal, somehow. He was grateful for the button-up shirt, though hehad to pull a little bit to button it up, his heavy breasts resistedbeing contained. At least it wasn't.