"Putting what was left of the joint in the ashtray, I got on my knees as he lubed his cock again. He pushed inside of me, and the swelling from the pr...vious fucks, made my hole tighter, giving us both a lot of pleasure. He stroked until he had us well lubricated, then pushed me down, onto my stomach, then lifted my belly a little and pushed a pillow under me. "Hang on bitch, this one is for me." he said, as he began knocking the bottom out of my ass. He was delivering full length strokes,. “As for people lookin’ for me, after my mom left town I figure they assumed I went with her and didn’t much care to put no more thought into it. I’m just white trash, mister, nothin’ anyone much cares to go lookin’ for, ya know?” “You ain’t white trash. Well, you’s white but I don’t think you’re trash.” He chuckled, relishing in his own humor.“Thanks for saying so but we both know it ain’t true. What’s your name anyway?” She shifted around in her seat, getting more and more uncomfortable in the. He left the room for a minute and came back in with a tall muscular guy, probably a little older than me but not by much. He introduced himself as Mike and quickly stripped off, sitting next to me on the sofa. Again the directions came and we started posing, the photographer happily clicking away at us. I suddenly became aware my co model had got rather over excited. I looked at him and his straining erection."Umm, what's going on with that thing?" I asked cheekily.He looked embarrassed. . His tongue was down her throat just now, and she was rubbing her huge tits against his chest, so I reckon he’s in there. They’ll be shagging on the sofa before the evening’s out, I reckon. I’m already starting to feel all hot and sticky, but not in a good way. The only good thing is there’s plenty of booze, and if I’m honest I’ve been necking it a bit too quickly for the last hour or so. Someone was passing round a joint just now and that hasn’t helped. My head’s starting to throb out a Morse.