I pulled both Lizzie and Dahlia up and made out with each of them when they didn’t swap spit with each other. Dahlia’s pucker was extremely sweet ...and salty as we exchanged bodily fluids, both of them eagerly playing tonsil hockey with me and each other. When Dahlia sank her fangs into Lizzie and I did the same, it prompted a powerful climax from our victim.“Why does it feel so good when you bite me ... when both of you bite me?” Lizzie asked aloud as we made out and watched Ray and Marcella. Ginger had to admit she liked it. It certainly seemed to suit her.“Fine. Thank you.”She reached out and took the statue from the man. As she touched it, a shiver went through her, unexpectedly.“Enjoy! A woman such as you deserves a fetish such as this.”With a faux smile, Ginger turned and walked away, blushing though the people had mostly returned to their meals by this point.As Ginger walked, she turned the small statue over in her hands. It really was very pretty. And it had taken her mind. ’, she demanded.I increased my pace thrusting in and out of her faster watching her facial features for any reaction. Her face had turned light red along with her chest above her breasts. “Lean forward a little baby…. rub my clit.”, she demanded. I had no idea what she was talking about, but I did as I was told leaning forward against the top of her pussy. Apparently, I had hit the right spot. “Oh god yes…. Right there.”, she panted. I leaned over and began to softly kiss her neck and my dick. “Y’all really racist as fuck you know that?!” Rita told Rick. “It is what it is woman watch the dam game” he yelled back at her .I looked away from them and started watching the game again. But I could see that cletus was still hugging my wife. “My son is big as fuck you better watch what you say little man! He might fuck your wife bitch ass boy” Rita told Rick. Hopefully they stop fighting. A deep voice from behind me from a red Buick that was just parked. “wassup momma. Who’s wife am I.