“Should we go home?”“Fuck no. I want to make him jealous.”She stood up and walked over to an older guy who looked like a Robert Smith clone wi...th a spikey bird's nest hairdo. Charlotte watched. She felt like she was watching a car crash unfolding, powerless to stop it. She saw Emma turn around to check Richard was watching, then she kissed the guy.Charlotte glanced at Richard and saw he was watching the man putting his hand on Emma’s ass. The man’s fingers were dipping lower, fingertips were. I didn’t try to hide my excitement, my enjoyment. It didn’t occur to me.I climaxed. Hard. Loud.Then Vanessa pulled out, moved her hand up to Walker’s mouth. Whispered, “Taste her, baby. Taste Winter.”My own heart was thundering; I could only imagine Walker’s. The moonlight was bathing us from the Main Street side. I watched Walker grab Vanessa’s wrist and lunge toward her fingers.I smiled to myself. So Walker. So very Walker.I slid my hand down past his flat tummy. Hmm, fully engaged again.. . I was hoping he would ask me to jack him again, just so I can touch it and feel it pulsate.He looked at me like the other night when we was camping and I knew he wanted me to do, jack him. I couldn't wait to grab his cock and jack him, it was so wonderful to touch and stroke. It felt so smooth and velvety in my hand and I felt it throbbing and squirming about.Next Lynn stood up with his massive cock staring me in the face and I was mesmerized by it, “Suck It” Lynn said, and with just a bit of. "Are you really going to be pimped out?" Hubby asked with just a hint of nervousness in his tone."I'm their slut and they can whatever they want to these holes! My ass and pussy belong to them!" I smiled watching hubby's arousal and discomfort."I'll need to book the hotel for two nights!" Hubby smiled approvingly. He was encouraging me to be a whore for a group of black men. My pussy was fizzing and bubbling with excitement and it was at least 8 hours before my pussy would be enjoying a huge.