Michelle sighed slowly as my hand massaged her firm protrusion, its skin so soft and nipple puckering tenderly under my palm. This was going to be all...about her.As my hand held on to her breast, Michelle's head fell into the curve of my neck and her hand covered mine on her tender supple frontal mound. I felt the heat of her hand over mine. I could feel Michelle looking at me, staring at my lips so close to hers. It felt like we were painting an erotic picture to mount over our. .." she mewed ,lifting up and slightly backwards,her own "cock" still buried deep in my pussy..as Sammie tugged and pinched her hard nipples I felt Daddy grab a hold of her hips and trust hard and deep, with every forward trust Sammie slammed deeper into my sloppy cunt, both Sammie and I were cumming over and over as Daddy hammered her ass...hard and fast Sammie's ass was drilled,and Daddy soon began to bellow...."NOW SLUTS.....USE YOUR FUCKING MOUTHS"....Sammie effortlessly sprang aside and. “I wish I had gone the long way around and avoided all this traffic.” I say to myself as I impatiently drive down the busy street. The traffic finally speeds up a little as we approach the final stop light. I have to stop as it turns red so slow down my truck down and come to stop. I am impatient and looking at my watch. My attention is grabbed as girl steps off the sidewalk and crosses the street in front of me. She looks at me, lowers her sunglasses and smiles at me. “My God, she is. We took the train to Rush Street to grab a stuffed pizza for dinner and then head out to a jazz club. We took a communal hi-top with a couple of young professional types who looked as if they turned Happy Hour into Happy Night. ‘How long have the two of you been married?’ one of them asked. It was a common question we got from people. ‘Oh, we’re not married,’ Andrea said. ‘I’m just his friend for the night.’ The men’s eyes lit up and the proverbial light bulbs flicked on. ‘So, if we were to.