It was thin, pale and limp, like a scared little animal of some sort. I kissed it tentatively. This was different from the throat fucking I'd had last...night, now I had to be an active participant. I kissed it and heard the man outside laugh. "She thinks she's my girlfriend!" he said. "Come on, honey! You know why you're down there!" His words turned me on and I felt myself getting stiff. I opened my mouth and took the head between my lips, sucking gently, my tongue licking the underside of the. Five minutes later, I was finger-fucking my mom. Helping her out to reach her orgasm. My four fingers, except the thumb, were inside her. My dad was fucking me meanwhile. Harshad’s cock was inside my mouth. These confusing positions ended at the same time, almost, when my mom reached her orgasm, shouting out loud, “Masha Allah”! Harshad released his second round of cum into my mouth, which I drank all of it like a thirsty traveler and my dad satisfying me by loading my pussy with his sweet. One-stone woman was feeling content after being humped by both of the tiger-killing husbands and she felt the wetness between her legs knowing that she was risking getting a swollen belly just like Sweet-bush. She laughed in delight to see them using Sweet-bush as a toy between them with one buried inside her pretty mouth and the other slapping her juicy bottom with both hands totally disregarding her grunts begging mercy from the onslaught.She felt the slave woman deserved the treatment. Penny was twenty-seven, single, fun, and very sensual. Everybody knew her. She seemed to be always chatting to me about other women. She pointed out their hair, their eyes, their lips, their breasts, their nails, their tushies, their legs, and their heels whenever we went shopping together, and even sometimes at the office. When I would point out a few of the guys which I thought were hot, she always replied, "Meh!" So instead, wanting her approving feedback, I started pointing out to her girls.