Maybe getting married." Rhonda raised one blonde eyebrow. "What a loss, right?" she lowered her voice to a whisper. "What a gorgeous body. And face. S...he was perfect. I don't think she liked our type, though. I tried to flirt with her once and she gave me the icicle treatment. Did you try?" Oh... no, never," Laura mumbled, confused and hurt and dumfounded. "Too beautiful for me." Oh, I wouldn't say that," Rhonda adopted her most sarcastic, cutting tone. "What about Randi? She's just as. .." she moaned as she continued plunging the cock in and out of her. Each time she pulled the dildo out of her, a small trickle of her juice escaped and ran down between her legs to soak her ass and the sofa below her. Anne drew her knees up further, placing them up next to her head and pushed her hips forward. Her wet slobbering cunt was wide open and exposed and I could see her tight asshole pulsing with its own hunger. She placed the tip of the silver toy to her clit, and holding both toys. His short dark hair was speckled with grey, giving him a mature, distinguished appearance. To her surprise, Amanda felt herself getting warm and tingly inside, and suddenly she was imagining herself unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his lips, slipping her hand down his trousers... She snapped herself out of it and smiled as he took her hand, shaking it warmly, knowing an 'I told you so' look from Jackie would follow. When they had all gotten settled in their little train compartment, the scotch. ’ He grunts. ‘What an age to be. I was 22 not long ago, as you can tell,’ he says, pointing at his grey hairs. Quinn laughs and the other men light up. James gestures towards an empty seat between the four of them and she sits down, feeling more comfortable than before. The others aren’t as bad as James. It helps that they have a sense of humour, too. Takes the creepy edge off. ‘So has he fucked you yet?’ One of them men asks in a thick Indian accent. Quinn shivers at the blunt question. ‘He’s.