The room next to Ashlee’s was unoccupied, so know one would hear her. Lane got excited and said “Damn ok, one more night.” Lane went back to hi...s room and masturbated about how he was going to rape pretty lil Ashlee. Chris also could not stop thinking about it, and he fucked his wife so hard, she had never seen him like this before. Chris kept thinking that his wife was Ashlee as he fucked his wife with violent force. The next day came, and as expected the girls were out at the pool again. True, most of what she’d eaten was home-cooked, but even the hamburger she’d eaten with Bobby had been delicious in a thoroughly decadent way.She was halfway through her plate when Bobby sauntered into the kitchen. He was barefoot. His jeans were faded and soft looking, and he had on a shirt just like the one Mirriam had loaned to her when she first arrived. That lock of hair was down on his forehead again, as usual. He looked at her and winked.She blushed, almost choked on the soft mess in her. Gabrielle could barely keep standing when I let her go. The brunette leaned against the wall to keep from falling and her shapely legs trembled, slightly open and I crouched between them to remove the leather straps and the seven-inch black dildo. The moan she gave of pure post-orgasmic pleasure and relief almost made me threw myself over her like a lion and I sink in that wet pussy. Literally dripping to the ground. Now, Miss Cohen, you have five minutes to recover yourself and attend that. When he finally stopped I found myself gasping for breath and almost limp, but I still hadn’t gotten what I wanted. Looking back over my shoulder at him licking his fingers clean I told him so. He just smiled then grabbed my hips while telling me to slide my knees forward. When I was positioned to his liking I felt strange. I was almost sitting on my heels, in fact my ass was resting on my heels. When he pushed me forward while holding my hips in place I felt myself stretching open for him..