Daisy had always agreed with me, or so I assumed. Looking back, I can't remember her ever actually voicing that agreement, but I certainly believed t...hat I knew her position.I am a few years older than Daisy, and as my 33rd birthday approached, I was feeling a bit sullen about my encroachment of middle age. I was also vaguely disturbed about the number itself: 33. I have always been a student of folklore and epic poetry, and the number three is quite mystical. In college, I had written my. I don't know if Clint bred her that morning in the massage room or not, but it was close to that day. She nuzzled her face into my pussy. I shuddered and then groaned as I relaxed my bladder. My piss flowed. I groaned into the kiss with Stefani. Our lips worked together, tongues dueling as the urine streamed out of me.A wonderful, delicious tingle raced through me. I let out such a throaty groan, feeling almost dizzy from the sensation. My toes curled against the bathroom floor. Mrs. Armstrong. I slided my fingers to her buttocks as I kept kissing hers lips and tongue.I kneaded her butt and put my fingers downwards to see that she was flooding profusely. I took some drops of love-juice to lubricate her tiny anus to which she sounded ..oooohhhh..no…….. Maybe a slight insertion of my index finger into her asshole pained caused some pain. Then I laid Tisha on the sofa-like seat. With the vibrant , sort of bumpy motion of the train. Tisha was trembling with excitement . I placed myself. She smiled.Dani shot more frames and asked Angela to get on all fours and raise her ass up."That's it baby like that. Higher...yeah, nice."Angela loved this position. Doggy style. Her ass was open showing all of her to both Dani and Maxi. Her pussy had flowered open revealing her pinkness and also a dripping excitement."God yeah, incredible cunt baby. Look how wet she is Maxi".Maxi could see that clearly enough. The girl was really turned on. Angela's clit was swollen to the size of a pencil.