"Yes," she confessed, "late at night, at a bar." She laughed. "He cooked." Everyone else laughed.Barb asked, "don't you think you should go? That's a ...man out there and he's been here for three days and nights."Ship said, "I'm the servant. I should go."Simone immediately objected, "You're my twin, I'd be lost without you. If you got cut, I'd bleed from the same place. If you were struck, I'd bruise. Hairy, you go."I called for a vote. I lost. Five to zero. Hell yes, I voted for me. These women. Thesmell was every where, I rolled down the windows to make it bearable. Whenwe got back to her house it was very late, and I bent her over the front ofthe car in the driveway and used her own shit as lube to buttfuck heragain. Right there in front of her own house, I pulled down her dirty jeansand panties to her knees and bent her over my car. Her shit was all overher jeans and panties and spread all over her huge ass, down between herlegs, and on her pussy too. She was getting buttfucked. I felt that point where my body resisted his dick and he pushed against it, several times, slowly, before pushing just a little harder and breaking through. It made me wince, but just a little and feeling him inside me, beyond this point and going farther was good and getting better. I hadn’t realized I had started to move with him, to hold him, I caught him with my legs… He felt good, so good and when John grabbed my ass again and pushed his finger into it, I actually had my first real orgasm,. “You still there John?” she said when our lips parted. “Yes.” John replied in a low voice that sounded as if he had just awaked from a deep sleep. “Did you come darling?” she asked. “Like there was no fucking tomorrow.” he replied. “Hope you didn’t make a mess on the chair.” I said. “No.” he replied, “.but I’m afraid I’ve ruined a perfectly good towel. “Do you mind if I keep your girl for another couple of hours more darling?” “No, of course not. I will just wait here and imagine what you two.