He jiggled the firm cheeks of her butt. His fingers probed at the juncture of her thighs.He whispered something and she put her hands on his shoulder,...leaning against him and spreading her legs wide.While Renee watched, shocked, the Mexican's fingers burrowed into the heavy hair of the girl's crotch and forced the pink lips apart. Then his thick fingers were slowly working their way into her, disappearing from sight.The girl groaned and gasped. She twitched her hips, but the fingers kept moving. Megan's pussy was turning into a gooey mess. Kevin's pounding had made her soaking wet, and her own orgasm just added to the sticky, white, froth building between her thighs. "Fuck me, brother...fuck me brother..." Megan had never called him brother while they were fucking. It just urged him further. He drilled harder and harder. He could feel his cum building up, ready to erupt. "Oh fuck...oh fuck...it feels so fucking good...your pussy feels so fucking good..." Hold on baby..." Candy. Wondering, she glanced at her mistress. Lady Astley's eyes were fixed on the garment, and a blush suffused her delicate skin, even as Arielle stared. She looked back at the debris covering the cape, and examined it more closely. The inner surface, she found, bore traces of dried fluids. She bent to sniff, and her employer reacted by reaching forward and pulling the cape from her grasp.'Leave it alone, ' she told Arielle.Arielle was now quite certain of the reason for the cape's condition. The. Get out of here. Put your cock back in your pants. Oh my god!!!!!Help!!!! Brad!!! Honey are you home. There a boy in my bathroom!!!! Help!!!!!" she yelled. I quickly put my aching cock back in my cargo shorts. I turned to run out the bathroom door. Oh god that must have been my Mom boss in the bathtub. Fuck was I in trouble. I looked ahead. Brad still had not come out of his room. I turned to go down the stairs to the first floor. I checked another door. It was locked. What the fuck. One.