.first unbuttoned blouse which exposed her Bcup tits in a tight bustier...the dress fell to her ankles as she stepped out and was in her bustier, fren...ch cut panties and thigh high stockings....the bra came off and her breasts sprang free with brown nipples swaying to the beat, beat, beat of my cock....placing her feet on the toilet, she rolled down her stockings and then carefully removed her undies, showing a thick thatch of pubes and i FINALLY saw a crack of her vagina; pink and angry....she. This guy's dick was impressive.She started to ride me, her face intense like a woman possessed as she squeezed her tits hard and pounded her ass down on me over and over again. She reached back and grabbed our new friend's cock, pulling him forward so he kneeled next to us.I was still on my back, and this guy's piece was between me and my girlfriend. She kept her fingers wrapped around it as she ground her hips into mine.My stomach tightened when she slowed her pace, and looked down at me. Her. I could have prevented what was going to happen to me. All I had to do was keep walking, but I couldn’t.It was fascinating and frightening. My guts twisted, my face got hot, a strange feeling made me dizzy, and thoughts filled my mind. They were bad, perverse imaginations, I knew that. My mother had told me, warned me, promised, and threaten Hellfire and brimstone back when I was in high school. Billy and I had just been comparing our boners, nothing more. That is unless she could have read my. She trimmed around her soapy bush to keep it neat, and to keep it within her panties. She’d had a small patch of hair when she’d returned to Richmond to start summer classes at the university, but then she met Brian. He was a 29 year old hardbody painting contractor and he talked her into letting her bush grow. She loved the looks of it now, and as she was toweling off, her younger sister popped open the bathroom door. “It’s so good to have you home, Sara, I’ve missed hanging with you this.