‘Oh yeah…’ moaned Lauren. ‘Deeper, please!’ ‘I don’t think so,’ smirked Ian, who was taking his finger out of her pussy. ‘Let’s ge... that dress off you and then we’ll see about fingering you some more.’ Lauren narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips in mock outrage. She crawled off Ian’s body and stood up, brushing imaginary dust off herself. It was then Ian finally got a good look at her. Lauren stood up straight and her intelligent green eyes stared seductively down on him. Her breasts were. I looked at Karen and saw that she was blushing. She tried to hide her face behind my shoulder but I could tell she was enjoying the greeting we were receiving."It looks like they know I put out last night," she whispered.Suzanne came to us. "You both look so nice," she said, reaching up to straighten my shirt collar. "You're lucky Edith is a good sport," she whispered and then she looked at Karen. "And you're lucky that I'm a good sport too. Welcome to our house, dear, I'm sorry I was so cold. She then licked that and told me that the pre cum is very musky and thick and she likes that in men…..Then she spread my ass and rubbed the opening of my asshole. To be honest I don’t clean my self well unless taking bath and that day it was not clean but she somehow liked it dirty and was keeping on rubbing the opening and occasionally inserting it into the asshole. Every time she fingered my hole my cock used to itch and I felt like coming but the ring on my cock was making it difficult to. And if he decided not to stay, hope for another relationship to make me forget this one. ‘I need hope!’ Hoping beyond hope and longing for a glimmer of hope, desperate for hope, I needed hope to cling onto for comfort and to get me through my day. Only, it was hopeless. There was no hope. Not taking care in what I asked for, wishing upon a shooting star, I fell to my knees and prayed to God for hope. ‘Please dear God in Heaven, I need hope to make it through my day. Give me hope today. Give me.