With a savage growl, I shoved two more into her, my fingers stretching Karen. I opened her pulsing cunt. I added two more fingers, stretching her oozi...g cunt and force-feeding her body with sexual sensation. Body heat encompassed us, and as I invaded Karen, she was assailed by more erotic feelings. Karen was arching upwards, and she would rasp her shoulders on my chest hair as she was trying to strain away my fingers in her cunt. With my fingers in Karen's aching pussy Karen could feel my fat. Once I wasstanding under the hot water, I finally let go and let the tears flow...I hated this... I couldn't help myself though, I had broken my arm insoccer once and never cried... But now... Finally, I cried myself outand got dried off and dressed before the other guys came into theshower. While they were all getting their shower, I just sat theresoftly rubbing the soft flesh where I got hit. Soft flesh that shouldhave been muscle... It was all I could do to keep from crying again.Thankfully. She, a victim to her own vanity, checked to see if her breasts were both evenly shaped and hung properly. She smiled satisfied.Melinda was in fact quite pretty, perhaps a little too soft or fleshy in some spots, but still a beauty. With some exercise and tightening, she could have been called gorgeous. Sighing, she stepped into the tub, now filled with bubbles and stretched out, enjoying the soaking and oily touch of the warm water against her skin.As the water level reached the top of the tub,. The shirt she has on says ‘Southern Girls Do It Better’, with the shortest shorts I’ve ever seen. I can’t help but stare at her, which gets her attention. “You must be Dolly,” she says, walking towards me. Her grin is even bigger than it was a second ago. “Guilty as charged. I take it you’re Clover?” I state the obvious and inwardly groan. “Yes Ma’am I am. Let me grab a coffee and I’ll come back.” She swings back around, going towards the counter. The few people in the café are looking at.