I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds as I had a delicious orgasm. For several minutes Randy attempted to escape his bitch, finally succeeding whic... caused Becky to again squeal. Not quite done Randy lapped up some of the cum dribbling out of her pussy and then attended to himself. Becky turned and gasped at his size. “Do you want to do it?” Anthony asked. Becky dropped to her knees, grabbed Randy’s still fully extended cock, and began to lick and suck it. There was no doubt she was the. My cock was rampant hard and it was being wanked by this soft female hand with lovely red painted finger-nails. Fuck, I was getting to the point where I wanted to screw them. "Let's get down on the floor". There I was lying between to filthy sluts who were dying for their cunts to be fucked. One pushed my head in between her thighs. My mouth went straight to her cunt. The other woman started to suck my ass-hole. Don't ask me which, I didn't know and didn't care. My tongue was rapidly licking. Because "I'm Gonna, I'm Gonna" and "Who Am I?" were written from thefirst-person points of view of Mike and Amy respectively I decided towrite "Flowers" in the third person, though still focused on thoughts andfeelings. I had wanted to open it up to some of the other characters.But, like "Who Am I", this story also shrank in the telling andeventually I focused back in on Amy again, although we hear a little bitfrom Greg as well. Nonetheless, even though the story is mostly just yetmore about. Roy kept pounding her spasming pussy.Her pussy was clutched so tightly around his fat seven inch shaft, that as he pulled it halfway out on each stroke,She could feel her pink pussy hole being pulled inside out. Whos pussy is this,Roy demanded. He yanked her braid back to let her know what her answer should be.Though it was opposite,she was too far gone to resist and she liked this side of him.its yours Roy. Uggghhh, just, ugghhh, keep, ugghhh, fucking meeeeeee! The intensity of her orgasm.