Not in this garbage." he replied, as he turned towards the source of the voice. He thought it belonged to Patrick, one of the frat's new pledges. Or...maybe it belonged to pledge standing beside him, Patrick's virtual shadow, more commonly known as Shawn.CeeJay couldn't remember their last names. But it really wasn't veryimportant, since he didn't think either had a snowball's chance in hellof making it past being a pledge. In fact, he'd never understood why the frat council had allowed them. He pulled out. More strikes. Harder, this time. Moving around the globes of her ass, reddening her all over.His fingers penetrated her again, a wet slapping nose echoing from the walls as he pounded her abused hole.More spanking. Even harder, now. Covering every bit of exposed flesh with sting and a darkening flush.Three fingers in her cunt. Angry hands laying into her cheeks. A thumb in her rectum. Cheeks. Cunt. Buttocks. Ass. On and on, as both her pain and her brief, furious bursts of. ”“What is that, my future wife?”“The Newman Family Tour, only this time we’ll need at least one of those large Winnebago style vehicles, because I don’t want to leave anybody at home!” Kalista said.“Charles,” Sammi said, “That would cost a lot to run, it might be cheaper to buy a plane, wouldn’t it?”“I am on it, Charles,” Sarah said. “Give me a minute, would you want to rent one or buy one? I’ll workup both and get back to you on it later today.”“Charles,” Annie said, “We could start the tour. She felt the moist heat coming through Fawn's panties and searing her thigh. Joan pressed her leg hard into Fawn's cunt as the girl rubbed her cunt there. Joan squeezed the tight cheeks of the girl's squirming ass, feeling Fawn dig her fingers into her ass. The women looked at each other, gazing into hot eyes as Fawn rubbed her pantied cunt against Joan's thigh. Fawn's eyes glazed over and a soft sigh came from her mouth. Joan felt the hot throbbing on her leg and knew the girl had come.Their.