Chloe took a ruler and measured us writing down the numbers. 7.5 inches for Mike, 6.5 for Joe, 5.5 for me."I hate to say this, but the result is the s...me, Mike is the winner, Joe is next, and Frank comes up short," Chloe giggles."It still doesn't show whose tool is better at getting the job done," I protested."Alright then," Susan suggested. "One parameter of performance is who shoots the farthest. We line the boys up, they masturbate in front of us and we see who shoots the farthest." I don't. That led her to make some experiments with multiple coupling that made Eve worry about her sanity in a time of trouble. She especially liked it when she serviced two of the fighters in the front and in the back at the same time and listened to their grunts of satisfaction with both her tingle places filled and fully satisfied.Eve started to do the same thing and they managed to double their servicing efforts putting new smiles on the faces of the raiding fighters in the early morning. .Ahead and to her right, Alice's head tossed as three of her fingers now pumped and slithered within her wet pussy and Tamara caught the distinct scent of her lover's arousal. Was she thinking the same thoughts? She must be. The redhead squirmed back and forth, the tight fabric of her body-stocking already sopping wet around her crotch. Almost in a daze, her hand reached down, her fingers tearing at the fabric to force an entry. One finger slid inside of her fat rubbery labia, which only. Soon you'll forget her," Fahima said almost purring as she looked him straight in the eye and placed her hands on his crotch. She had no idea what she was doing"Umm...what are you doing, Fahima?" asked Donte, who was yanked from his sorrow by pure shock."Taking care of you," Fahima moaned as she placed her lips on his.Fahima knew that she had crossed a line; that she was going against everything she believed in. There was no going back now, and that was perfectly fine with her. The fact that.