Her nails are just the right length, of course they are. ‘I’m in town for Stacy’s graduation, know her?’ ‘Yeah, for a couple of years.’ St...cy was a nice girl but just another girl from here. She was pretty but nothing too special and unfortunately she knew it. She became a dependable fixture at most parties. Every guy knew that if she was available they could always take her to a side room or the backseat of a car once she had a few drinks, on days that she was feeling bad she didn’t even need. As she makes to rise up onto hands and knees, both are knocked roughly away and she lands back with a thump on her front and hands return to their task of hauling her open. Then more hands – and legs! Two sets of knees press down onto her legs while another pair of hands – she thinks – pull up her heaving belly to push a pillow in under it while she is held hard against the leg and then pinned, literally. Someone spits hard into her winking hole and a large cock head is thrust inside her. A full screen of me screaming "Austin" and licking off his cum and mine mixed. I hated being a dirty slut, but I loved it, too. Austin was coming back to pick up a few things and then drive me off to ballet practice and back, since my car had broken down. My sister couldn't take me because she had rehearsals. I knew what this meant. I put on my ballet stuff, my tight spandex leotard body suit, with no pants, and sat on the couch to cover my legs up from my sister. My sister was in the kitchen,. Stella was sitting cross-legged so I had an excellent view of her still gaping pussy. Cum from Kaycee was still flowing out of her. She spotted my eyes and followed them to what I was looking at, “The amount he was cumming in me, I am surprised there isn’t a puddle under me”. All the women laughed as glasses of wine were passed to each; they knew exactly what she was expressing.After a welcome glass of wine, everybody was feeling alive and happy. As we recovered with more wine and strawberries,.