The sensation of the whipped cream was really starting to bother me now."Please what?" she asked."Please wipe my nose, please?" Your dirty, messy nose... Keiko?" she asked, sounding more serious. I could hear the other stifling their laughter.I nodded."Say it," she said sternly."Please wipe my dirty, messy nose," I pleaded, blushing terribly.I leaned forward.Much to my dismay, she didn't clean my nose at all, but instead, smeared more of the whipped cream over my cheeks, nose and lips."So messy!". Ahh, yes. "You're so ready for me," he whispers. Here I stand, bare-assed with my husband's fingers rubbing fiercely against my slit, and my family is feet away. "Where are Leslie and Bryan?" Dad asks. "I think they went up to the house, Dad," I hear my sister say. “Babe, I think they are coming this way.” “Shh, I’ll be quick. I need this,” he growls. He slips in my willing pussy easily and a moan escapes my lips. Fuck, yes. Almost instantly I feel the sheer pleasure building with every. I had personally seen her used and abused by the last thirty-six cocks. Her pussy was completely covered in fresh and dried cum. There was even a puddle between her legs on the bedspread. As much as I wanted to fuck my dream girl I just couldn’t. However I put my hands on her tits and massaged them. I was only rubbing someone else’s cum into them.Biff asked me what we should do with Jill. I didn’t know. He said that we could just leave her there to wake up like that or we could wash her off and. Despite her outwardappearance she was a feisty young woman."Mr Clare!" The guy had bellowed proudly for all to hear, embarrassingand humiliating her, right before she smacked him one in the face. Thathad been the first time.Clare Nicole was sick, sick, sick, of guys. She was a lesbian and shehated guys, because of the fact a lot of times she dressed up to go tothe pub, some random old pervert wanted 'a quiet word' with her whichalways meant he was going to say he was a closet cross-dresser.