Tim married Lisa a year after Mark and Amy married. Lisa was a fine looking woman. She kept fit young and took care of herself well. She had an innocent look about her. Lisa’s most compelling features were her wavy brown hair and mouth. She had a big inviting mouth. Her one concern was her height. To overcome she always had a couple minimum of two inch heels or wedges on which brought her to 5’4”. Amy thanked Lisa for the offer but said she head in with her so she could get another look at the professionally designed kitchen. As Amy slid off the mesh patio chair her dress didn’t. Amy dress got stuck and as she slid off the chair the dress remained. Her eyes flared in embarrassment as she caught the other women smirk at seeing Amy’s panties. Amy had her legs parted. One was in front of the chair and the other to the side. The dress, bunched up in her lap, no longer hid her smooth satin red panties. Blushing, Amy pushed her self up and pulled her dress back into place. She smoothed it out over her firm fit stomach, waist, and ass. “Damn girl, you have stellar legs.” Marcy announced. Marcy was Tomas’s fiancée. Tomas was recently brought into the firm because he spoke French and the firm had picked up a French client on a homemade large retainer. Tomas was a big, eye catching, Frenchman with long dark wavy hair and dark eyes to match. The men in the firm insincerely joked that they believed their woman would all jump at the chance to sleep with Tomas. The women often teased that they didn’t think they grew men that big real in France. Marcy, a tall thin dark skinned woman from Morocco, fuels the fire by injecting comments about Tomas’s size in sex other areas. Marcy fuck catches the fancy of men with her exotic look. She has long legs and narrow hips but it works for her. Well, if they’re watching, I’ll show them. Her ass was unbelievably smooth, like nothing he had ever felt in his life. Timmy yelled that he was going to a friends house. It was a wild and quick ride. I was still alive, but not expected to live for long, perhaps hours. Two young hours later both women were on the plane heading back to Indiana. I smirked and told her I wanted shit on a shingle. I was about to take her arm over my shoulder, but I decided to be a bit more adventurous. Jesus, it was months before the girls were this good. I removed my remaining clothes and climbed onto couple the bed. About half way through the second half hour I realised that the egg was getting the better of me. The more that I tried to ignore it, the more I thought about it and the more the effect that it was having on me. Hank knew exactly what she had in mind and his thoughts were confirmed as she spun around and sat on his lap. “Mr. Davies!” homemade she squealed. In the evening I remove the banana from her sticky smelly cunt and Screw her dead hole again until I deposit a little more sticky cum inside and then slide the banana back in. True to my word; I place her on the gurney and roll her to the car and get her body in the trunk. They might as well play Wii Sports until their turn to get boinked. The Officer regretted not having Stephens along but they quickly staunched the blood with a rag that had been part of her clothing and after loading the Truck they returned to base. Sighing hard, Lisa cleared her throat and her father looked over to her. This was always on a day when I wore something on the sheer side. “And lick her clean as well. He filled my ass with his cum which would make it easier for the next one. With Arisia being the only female close by it of course went after her. I never got wet kissing a guy before.” I heard Kavita playing music in the guest room. Becky comes into the kitchen a moment later and is real shocked to see Logan sitting in their father’s chair. “Sure,” I lied. They were a dusky pink and puffy, the same shade as my lips. Claire and John were the hosts of the party and owners of the executive four bedroomed house Julie found herself standing in fuck and it was much more elegant than the small three bed semi that she lived in with her parents. Need to talk. A third generation bred by daddy. How am I supposed to go home? He fills my soul with so much hope and promise that brings me so much joy, but it also strikes terrible fear in my very core to think about life without him. His fingers moved to her anus. “Huh, she must be all broke up about breaking up. “I was just trying to have a little fun. Not much happened over the next week. Two names at the top stood out. After two blocks, he said, “You know I do.” This time say my name you dirty whore!” sex She commanded as she continued to pound my ass. Was there anything on the news about...?" I felt my pussy muscles trying to swallow the ball.