Dupree put the strap down and stroked Pippa’s soft blond hair. “There, there, we are finished. You go to the toilet and wash your face.” Pippa s...t on the toilet. In spite of the desperation in her bladder, it took a little while before she was able to release a trickle from her throbbing pussy. She remembered the three who were waiting in the lounge. How could she ever look at Amy White again? *** Nothing was mentioned when Pippa and Mrs. Dupree entered the lounge. Elaine was dying to talk to. I lost my attraction I first had, it seemed disappointing, as I saw looked over at Courtney. I looked back at John, and he seemed to be loving his blow job, but Courtney still seemed like she rather be in a dentists chair, getting a crown put in. He still encouraged her and tried to make her feel good."Oh yeah Courtney, suck that cock and make me cum a river for you," John said.He was even giving her some sexy talk, and he got nothing in return. When she asked me, if she could bring him over,. After a few minutes he settled into a smooth rhythm. The sound of his cock ramming into my ass almost became melodic. The mattress gave as he plunged into me again and again. Then a surprising sensation started to overcome me. My groin seemed to heat up and it started to feel good. I was actually enjoying being fucked. I had never thought how Ali must have felt while I fucked her did she enjoy it as much as I was now. I have to say Richard sure had staying power he must have fucked me for. “It feels like you have some needs, too,” she laughed, as she felt my erection through my pants.She didn’t wait for me to agree; she just unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the top, drew the zipper down, and pulled my slacks past my hips. My briefs, tented by my hardness, were the next to go, as she pulled them down to gain better access. “Oh my, Mr. Simpson,” she said, a tinge of awe in her voice as she hefted my cock in her hand.“Yeah, I’m pretty proud of it,” I laughed.“I’ll bet you are.” She.