The ones she wore tantalizing tightly across the rounds of her nicely fattened bottom. That was especially the case as I considered those lovely, lowe...r bare white cheeks I had just seen peeping from under the hemlines of her shirt-shorts she had worn aback in high school as a flag girl.I stopped to smell the roses, nah not really. However, there were the smells associated with female arousal in the toilet’s air. I stepped up and did my part as the tube of aloe cream made a ‘cute’ sound that cut. It could be an exaggeration. Look at her breasts, they are far too big and round. Perhaps the artists over emphasized the genitalia to make sure everyone understood why she was going to be killed?I stood back and thought for a moment. It made sense but something about it didn't sit right. What was the Japanese folklore, the Dosojin? The gods and goddesses had gender changes, didn't they? But that was Japan? Did Peru have something similar?After putting on silk gloves, I moved the other two. As Jill simply laid there in a state of euphoria from her series of orgasms, Ashley turned and looked back at me. With pussy juice covering her face, she knowingly smiled at me. “Would you like to fuck her?”I didn’t answer, but placed the camera down and stepped forward. Ashley’s question was of course completely rhetorical. She reached out to assist me in releasing my dick which had been tenting my trousers for most of the shoot. She ran her finger along the wet spot on my trousers before. So I am thinking that the crying is due to this slag thinking I am disapointed with the state the pussy is in and I start thinking how quickly I can get the stupid twat in a taxi. No such luck, I was wrong, the fucking lying cunt tells me that the problem is that i am the first man othe than the husband to touch he since the k** was born and how the husband takes the silly bitch for granted - thats right the fucking cunt is still married.So I am now in bed with a crying married slag with tits.