Her name was Betty Finch, and she was Blair and Mandy’s age. She had long blonde hair and huge tits that stuck straight out under her tight little c...othes. She immediately sucked all of the attention out of the room and placed it on herself when she walked in.She looked like the all-American girl next door perfect cheerleader type. Do you know those old movies like “H.O.T.S” where the sorority girls have some blonde hair, blue eyed girl that leads the team? That was Betty. She seemed so. ”she began, and pause to sip from the glass he held to her lips, “but I need to pee pretty soon”The stool fell over as she got down from it. She had to stand on her toes to kiss him. She saw him getting his phone out.“My...friends might need a photo of you...”She took her glass and emptied it in two large gulps. “Video is better…“Are you sure?“Yes…She took the bottle and started towards the basement stairs. “I am recording…She paused in the doorway and looked at the lens over her. She slowed down, he was still inside her, she rode him gently, her hands on his chest, feeling him soften and disconnect as a river of cum flowed from her, coating his flaccid cock with their juices. She lay on top of him and they kissed tenderly, holding each other as she slid to his side and they drifted off to sleep.Jenny woke, her back and limbs ached from last night's exertions, though she had surprised herself by keeping up with Jake; he had a voracious sexual appetite. Climbing stiffly. “Betsy is a beautiful young woman. Maybe the most attractive woman I know.” Jill blushed as she said this, and unconsciously squirmed in her seat. While she was not dressed provocatively, her wonderful female features were plainly evident, and when she squirmed her legs parted providing me with a perfect view of her absolutely killer thighs and even a camel toe! “Except for her mother,” I shot back, probably without thinking, causing Jill to blush more. I persisted, “So why don’t you have a.