Magda and I get to the bathroom and I gently sit down on the commode as she pulls out a makeup compact and begins to fix her makeup. My mind is reelin...g from all that just happened. My bottom is still a bit sore, but pleasantly so. I look down at my legs, half expecting to see some severe runs in my hose, but luckily nothing of the sort. Apparently the intensity of the lovemaking that we just went through was as much mental as it was physical. Perhaps even more so."Magda, you are absolutely. They were Greta’s. Both of them licked and took turns sucking Jamal’s thick black cock. Both taking turns deep throating him. One sucking while the other licked his balls. Greta deliberately pushed Tiff’s mouth away as she engulfed Jamal’s cock and took his load down her mouth.“Are you satisfied, Douggie?” Tiff said as they returned to the table.“For now, not really, he should have fucked your slutty pussy and ass afterwards.”“That wasn’t the deal, Douggie,” Tiff replied tersely.The next. I feel a hand on my ankle as you release one ankle and then the other. I sense you moving and then kneeling between my open thighs. You press your cock against my tender pussy lips; I squirm and try to move away. You grab my ass to hold me still as you ram your cock into me in one quick, deep thrust. I groan as I feel my silky pussy walls contract against the intrusion, feeling your cock fill and stretch my pussy. You reach up and remove the blindfold, as you say, “I want you looking at me as. ”“It was spur of the moment. Besides, we just filled up on milkshakes from Webb’s custard stand. Dad ... Gloria -- this is April. April Hunter, my girlfriend.”“Girlfriend,” his dad replied. “Glad to see you back in the saddle, son.”April extended her hand and his dad grasped it. “Pleased to meet you, Mr Quick.”“Call me Matthew ... or, just Matt. Very pleased to meet you, April. It’s a pretty name. Come in, sit down.”Ron and April sat, holding hands on an upholstered loveseat. Matthew and Gloria.