Nodding, I did my best to smile through the bars at him, taking note of how little room there was, even for someone of my small stature. It was a good... thing I wasn’t claustrophobic. I closed my eyes, letting go of my remaining anxiety, all too aware of what was left in it’s place; anticipation, excitement and, god help me, desire. I felt the all too familiar warmth between my legs, my panties slowly soaking through. When I opened them again, I was startled to see that this time, Craig hadn’t. She was also Latina, but had darker skin and even sharper features than Belinda did. Her straight black hair was pulled back in a pony-tail that hung just past her shoulders. Much to Belinda?s dismay, she was also wearing a tight black sweater and jeans. They were the same height but Marcela was a little slimmer and had slightly larger breasts. Other than their differences in hair texture and skin tone, they could have easily been sisters.As we entered the kitchen, Belinda and Marcela. Leaning back, she pulled us both down onto the blanket. “One of us is overdressed,” she said. I had to help her undo my gun-belt, but after that she had me stripped down in a minute. Pushing me onto my back, she began kissing her way down, starting at my lips, then over my nipples, and ending at my eight inch hard-on. I tried valiantly to touch her breasts, but she kept slapping my hand away as she began to expertly polish my knob with her mouth while she stroked the exposed shaft. “I thought. " She dropped to her knees with one hand on her cock and the other reaching to spread my sweet little cheeks. When I felt the tip of her knob part my pussy lips, I pushed backward, taking the entire shaft inside me with one thrust. As soon as her soft, cheerleader hips grazed my bare ass, I started to cum violently, swaying my ass from side to side with every thrust. As Ingrid quickened her pace, I raised my shoulders, arching my back and yelping each time her dick hit bottom. I was soon.