This wasn't just some game to them; it was as serious as war. For them the grass was always somehow greener on the other side of the fence. They were ...he 'sluts' and certainly dressed to play, invariably in mid-thigh (or shorter) skirts or dresses and displaying as much ample cleavage as possible.Our main cast of eight characters was now complete.When our dinner finally ended after 11 p.m., Rob and Marty departed with Jessica and Robin each under arm and probably broke speed records getting. He had the kind of crinkles around his mouth that suggested he smiled a lot. Of all the adult males she knew, and who were about his age, he was the thinnest. He looked muscular, somehow, but was thin. She decided that it was the way he moved that made him look muscular. He walked like he was weightless, and could jump six feet straight up in the air if he wanted to. She guessed he was in his late thirties.Brenda cocked her head as he sent her an inquiring look. She knew instinctively that he. Turns out Brianna really loved her sister because she inhaled my cock and sucked feverishly. I grabbed her head and forced it in deeper. I felt her choking on my shaft, and realized I would cum in seconds at this rate. So I yanked it out and rammed it in her cunt, letting it go like my name was Elsa. “No! Fuck! Oh, God, no!” Brianna screamed. But rope after rope of cum plastered her womb nonetheless. I spat in her face after that and replaced her gag. I pulled out and gave Danielle’s chains. The whole hour, I gazed at her, willing my miserable self to copy her effortless grace. I took in every detail, drinking her in. The stark bones at her collar and wrists, the arch of her spine, the firm, pink nipples that grazed her t-shirt. She barely spoke as she moved: her few words sounded like a lullaby. “Deep breath...suck your belly in...drop your shoulders, relax your neck, your face, tilt your pelvis...” I did all she told me: willed my limbs to mirror hers. Week by week, they started.