It made her particularly nervous, like she was once again just a tiny rodent hiding in the woodshed.“There you are, little one.”She turned around ...to see Betty. For someone with hooves for feet, she was remarkably stealthy. Like the girls, she was skimpily dressed, just a tube top and a skirt. Rather than an affinity for nudism, it was simply that no store sold anything that would fit her, but once she got to her room, she’d find a bureau full of custom clothes.“This house is too big. It scares. In return her partner is frantically popping the buttons on the redhead's blouse so she can get at her big breasts. Carrie's expensive handbag has been thrown carelessly to the floor. Locked together the two women reel along the hallway. By the time they reach the living room door Carrie has unbuttoned the blouse, tugged it free of the skirt's waistband, and dragged it and the cardigan off the woman's body.The room's door bangs open and Carrie's fingers fumble with the hooks of a green satin. .why was he doing this....why was I getting wet from it, 10,11 hit the right side of my tit....then he looked me straight in the eyes....12 thankyou I screamed...straight into my nipple flattening my breast against my ribs...how much more...then I remembered what he had said the night before about 15....it was nearly over 13 thankyou, 14 thankyou, 15 thank you and sure enough it stopped...my left breast hurt and felt hot...I had almost forgotten about my right nipple until he tugged the peg. Her husband complained about her blow jobs, that she was never really into it. Well she was acting crazy so she was going to be crazy. She took both her hands and put hem on this stranger’s ass, forcing his cock into her mouth. Only stopping to lick his balls and kiss the length of his shaft. She sucked him for what felt like 20 minutes until he pulled away. He rolled on top of her and he started fucking her missionary position. She loved the way his cock felt inside of her; it had been way too.