" Then what?" Something's going to be done to you."Before Deanna could ask anything more, Kelsey returned with a large boy."There she is," Kelsey said...."She's the bitch who got you kicked out of cheerleading?" asked Bull."Yeah." And she's a virgin?" Yes. Go ahead and look."The boy got on the bed and between her legs. Deanna felt his big rough hands open her pussy lips."Damn!" said Bull. "I haven't seen one of these in long time. I owe you, Kelsey." You don't owe me anything. Watching you fuck. Your legs spread you try to tighten them, knowing the vibe will slip out, you feel a hand fingers opening your sex and the vibe is gone, you groan, praying for mercy as you need release, the pet on your face moves up and stands on shaky legs, your legs are jerked open, you look down and see me between your legs, my cock hard and ready. You gasp as you look upon my cock then see it disappear within your soaking wet cunt, I thrust hard and fast there is no need for anything but release, you. Later, Mac was relieved when Angela suggested that they all go out to dinner.Angela and Tess were both dressed in tight, short dresses when they came downstairs that evening. Mac whistled and complimented them on their choice of clothes. He had arranged for one of the policemen to drive them to his favorite Italian restaurant where they had a pleasant meal with a couple of bottles of wine.On the ride home, he and the two women sat in the back. Both women snuggled next to him, each of them. I can’t speak for Tracy but her orgasms from this type of pleasure seemed particularly intense. I possibly had a couple of fingers inserted in her vagina, firmly curled towards her belly, barely stroking her G spot at the same time. Regardless, the few times I rimmed her, the result appeared the same – an exceptionally intense orgasm. I often found her orgasms fulfilling as much, if not more, than my own. I may dwell on that last point later. Tracy had beautiful orgasms, delicious, intense.