"Tell him who owns that white pussy." Angie finally gasped and said. "Oh shit, fuck my white pussy hard." Julie kept asking Angie to answer her questi...on and said. "Tell him who owns that pussy, bitch." Angie responded as she gasped for air and said. "Oh God, my pussy belongs to you. Bruce, fuck my white pussy, it's your pussy." Seconds later, Angie yelled again as she reached her orgasm and kicked her feet out almost hitting Julie in the face. Angie continued to thrash herself around under. You what?!? she laughed. You what? Say it! Say it again! Say it! There was no sense denying what I had said and she hadnt run away. I . . . I just want to . . . sniff your butt. Again she laughed heartily before looking at me. You want to sniff my butt? You stalked me for a week because you want to sniff my butt? I nodded with chagrin and embarrassment and humiliation like I had known in the den back home. My eyes cast to the floor. That is . . . its crazy! You do all of this just because you. One had been killed immediately, and the second died of his wounds two days after the battle.Now, Gérard realized, these two carried some kind of firearm far smaller and possibly deadlier than the muskets he knew from his own time. Despite the noise and the dancing they had no desire to call undue attention to themselves, and they had been successful in this until their movements in the direction of the four set their targets on alert. The two were also constrained by the crowds surrounding. I was fucking her with all I had, making her ass slap with each hard stroke, and Julie started to take notice. She stopped playing with herself and took more interest in what Tiffany and I were doing by sliding off the couch and scooting over too where I was pounding her roommate from behind. "Looks like you like fucking college girls huh?" she said with a sly grin as she reached between Tiffany's legs to grab my balls and feel my cock entering her pussy. "Well, it sure looked like you enjoy.