I fiddled with the fabric nervously, a little embarrassed at how wet I must visibly be. Steven unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans silently, his eyes st...ll wandering over the thin fabric of my underwear. “Good girl. Stay still for me.” I smiled (even though I wasn’t supposed to) half aware that Steven had pulled his penis from his underwear and was gently holding its weight just below the swollen head. I tilted my eyes up a little so I could watch him. Slowly he began massaging the ample length. I saw my face was streaked where he had wiped his cock and I told him I looked part Indian with the brown on my face. He laughed at that and said he might make my face all brown if I pooped like I had said I would.We turned to one another, kissed again and then stepped back into the shower where we kissed again. Deepak was holding my tightly as we kissed and our tongues were busy probing each other mouths. Then as our kiss went on I started pooping as we stood and some went down my legs and. I added, perhaps Karen will do the both of us!! Paul came in and when he saw Karen, he said 'fuck' you look hot. Karen gave a wry grin, pleased that she was the object of his desire. An uneasy minute passed as Paul sat opposite Karen. Karen called Paul over to her on the settee, and told him to sit next to her. I made some excuse and left to room to go upstairs, hoping that them being alone may start proceedings. I changed into a pair of shorts and T-Shirt and came back into the living room.. My vagina was to wet, and I was to ready from all the excitement, my mouth was still salivating from the thought of my lips wrapped around his cock, and his precum dripping on my tongue. I spat on my bald throbbing pussy making it stickier and juicer than I’d felt in months. I imagined he would lift me up and thrust inside me; stretching me, and pressing into the back of my vagina – deeper that I’ve ever felt. “Fuck I was so wet”. One finger, then two, and then three slipped inside me slapping.