I really do love those two. We've become super close. I know how much you love me, so I couldn't be jealous. Besides, those two are two of the best pu...sy eaters I've ever met. When one of them is fucking you I'm having a sixty-nine with the other. I could never complain."We finished lovingly washing each other, dried off, and dressed in shorts and T-shirt, ready for breakfast.Glenda was in the kitchen busily making biscuits and sausage gravy. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek thanking. Helen's gaze lowered along the line of opened buttons until she arrived at the very center of the photograph. The girl's right knee was bent with her right foot tucked just under her left leg. Her naked thighs led you to her exposed cunt. A wild patch of pubic hair crowned softly bulging lips - spread apart by the first two fingers of the girl's right hand. Helen's focus dimmed, her hand trembled, and she gasped as a mild orgasm shivered through her. The stale air of the vault filled with the. I suppose I should introduce my buds. Charley was from an Italian family. His dad had been a gulf shrimper. He was our radio operator. Tom was a skinny blonde Swede. He'd grown up on a dairy farm. The Navy turned him into a boat operator. Pete was a big Irish/English redhead. His da was a state trooper. He was our .50 gunner. His partner, Arnie, was a strong Black German. His dad was a fireman. The guy was big enough to carry ammo boxes all day long, and he did. Now Sam was different. He was. He gave a hard thrust and I screamed and had never felt pain like that before, but I knew he was completely inside my pussy. He continued to thrust hard as he massaged my little tits hanging down like tiny cow udders. After a few minutes, the pain began to subside and a new sensation replaced the pain and that was pleasure and I wasn’t sure if it was the pleasure of a cock in my pussy or the thought of being taken in a nasty public restroom by a black man I had met ten minutes before.I was.