"She's telling the truth too Brenda. I've gotten her so hot before that once I made her eat another girl out right after I'd finished fucking her. She...didn't mind doing it either. If she's hot enough, she'll do anything. Do either of you girls want her to lick your pussy's? She will if I tell her to. She's such a dirty slut, she'll do whatever we want her to. Won't you Sasquatch?"I had been pulling on her tits pretty hard, and groping down even harder between her legs while I talked. I could. (My experience sex up to this time had been very...well...conservative. My husband won't even turn the lights on.) Mr. Jones started rubbing himself across my lips telling me to open my mouth. So I did. I could get just the top and a bit more. He told me to just use my lips and tongue, no teeth, and to move my head up and down. He also kept both of my hands on him and moved them up and down with my head. He pulled my hair back like a ponytail and used it to hold on to. It was hard to. I withdrew form the kiss and we rolled over so that she is under me and I started playing with her boobs. Good size, 38 inches and tight enough to play with them. I fondled them and was sucking the boobs like a hungry dog. She asked me to bite her nipple hard and pinch her and not to worry about her feeling pain. I’ve done as she said and I started to bite her nipple hard and pinch the other one with my hand. She was feeling the pain and was moaning. She then asked me to sleep beside her and. His crisp, linen shirt pulled taut across his, in my opinion, massive chest. He just sat there, sat there staring at me. I almost felt like I was a science project, like he was studying me. By the time he spoke again, my stomach was in knots. “I prefer Bella…yes…Bella. You look more like a Bella, beautiful,” he went on. “Ha. Ha. Don’t patronize me. If you want beauty, go butter up Cissy,” I snorted. “Don’t sell yourself short, pretty Bella. I imagine that you have a wondrous treasure hidden.