It was almost stuck there. I sure did not look like much, only afew inches square, with a kind of old yellow leather or hide cover."I wascurious about... it. So would you be," he said defensibly. "I wasn't reallyexpecting anything significant, but I was careful with it just the same.The pages were stiff and it wasn't easy taking them apart wearing gloves.Right away I saw it wasn't a printed script; in fact it looked as if ithad been hand-written with two kinds of script on the pages."That piqued. " She said. I didn't need to be told twice, I buried my face in to her dripping wet snatch and lapped greedily at her slick pussy folds and flicked expertly against her clit and then I put my tongue as deep as I could into her cunt hole. She began to gasp and wither, grinding her cunt into my face. "Yes, yesss, eat me, eat me." Her inner thighs contracted and she screamed out. "Fuck you eat pussy good." Then I inserted a couple of my fingers into her honey pot and slowly finger fucked her as I. “Oh shit.” She said. Roger pulled out of Becca’s mouth and came around the table. “Your turn.” He said.“Fuck you!” Brandi cried out. She looked to Becca for help but saw that she was already eagerly sucking on someone else’s cock. Roger grabbed her head and shoved her face closer to his cock. “Suck me, you dyke bitch!” He ordered.Brandi felt hands grab her and hold her. Other hands began groping her tits and stroking her wet pussy. She tried to hold back but Roger pulled her head closer. She. Her hand pumped in a steady fucking rhythm. Getting into it, she threw her open cunt up to meet the fucking brush every time it pumped deeply into her hole. Johns cock was straining at his zipper. His fine young daughter was putting on a hell of a show, a show he had never expected to see, though one he had often fantasized about. The smell of her pussy was in his nostrils and it excited him. Cum was splattered all over. It was dripping out of her cunt, down the crack between her legs and onto.