.. triple assholes is what they are! The trio would no more glance at Kristie than they would gum stuck to the sidewalk.Kristie watched them go past, ...shaking her head. All three of them were wearing the same sort of outfit; different colors, slightly different styles, but identical. Skirts that barely covered their butts. Crop top blouses with no bras. Yeah, they had on matching panties that looked like very short shorts, put you could still see their butts.Actually, maybe that was what. I've never had a real man. Well, except for this rich lady's man. And he's never going to be here for real. Only in my head. He'd cost more to rent for a day than I earn in a year.The hugger is trying some complicated movements now, dancing its digit up and down my labia in a futile attempt to fool me. As if anyone would think this was a man. The insistent computerised rhythm was getting to me though, just the same. As it was programmed to do.A real man, like my Frenchman except actually here,. She went down and licked my balls hungrily, tasting my salty ball sack, while she stroked my huge monster cock with her hand. “Uh, I love it,” she moaned. This was more than I could bear. My cock exploded and sprayed a generous load of cum up in the air. It landed on her head, soiling her hair and forehead. She looked up in surprise receiving the next squirt right in her face. “UUUuuh!” she screamed with surprise and a hint of distaste in her voice. I hit her again with a load of cum on her jaw. I noticed Judy standing by her car holding an umbrella getting wet but looking like she was waiting for someone. I drove around and came to a stop beside her to find out why she was waiting. She told me her car would not start and she was waiting for a tow truck. I invited her to sit in my car and wait, where she could stay a little drier. We chatted and she must have noticed how I was looking at her white blouse was clinging to her wet body and you could see her very fancy bra through the.