Karen was seventeen and at least physically, an older version of Helen. She had blonde hair, blue eyes and her body was even better developed. Her ass... was round and firm, and her tits were larger than Helen's, though they too stood firm and proud. Her demeanor and presentation, however, was like night to Helen's day. While Helen wore skimpy and provocative clothing, Karen kept herself covered well, and where Helen's personality was vivacious and commanding, Karen was reserved and quiet.Looking. I almost gagged a few times because of his movement. That was alright though because I knew he was getting off to what I was doing. I could taste his precum already and was dying to get a mouthful of his cum in my mouth. Steve put his hand under my chin and lifted my head off his cock. He told me that me that he was going to cum if I didn’t stop for a second. Then he asked me in a questioning tone, ‘How bout this, can I fuck you in ass? I’ll start off real slow.’ I told him, ‘Sure.’ He told me. But whacking off to a photo spread wasn’t really what Rob really wanted. He wanted a woman. For young Rob his ideal woman was Anne Randall. He worshiped her Playmate of the month photos from his treasured May 1967 issue. How many times had his eight inches of hard engorged cock exploded to her sexy photos? Well let’s just say too many times to count. Also this sexy Playmate was a blond California girl from San Francisco so this made her seem all the more attainable. Rob would close his eyes and. “What the….?”Melissa stared at Psyche in astonishment. Psyche scooted to the center of the table and picked up a banana from the fruit tray. Peeling the fruit, she took a bite and munched it. Melissa shook her head and asked “The place is swarming with ants and that too in the middle of the night. What in the name of heaven is going on?” Taking one last bite from the banana, Psyche squashed the rest of the banana, threw it on the floor and watched it get swarmed by ants. “Hey, don’t distract my.