The guys asked me if I liked being Spit Roasted. Who did they think they were asking? Of course, I liked being Spit Roasted!Right there, in the elevat...or, they had a scissors/paper/rock to decide who got first go on my arse. It felt like my arse was being auctioned off.Imagine if you were in an elevator with three guys, all shirtless, towels not really hiding their bulging crotches, listening to them decide who got to fuck my arse first.We didn’t make it all the way into my unit when our speedos. Even with her now slightly blurred vision she could see that Ben had lifted Stephanie on to her knees and was pumping his seven inches of thick cock into her wet pussy which made her work the vibrator more and suck harder on Cathy’s now swollen clit. Cathy let it go of all thoughts but those of desire, need and passion. Her hand, still tangled in Stephanie’s hair, she pushed her new lover’s face harder against her clit as she could feel her self beginning to lose all thoughts but that of those. "I could have bought you a spool of thread for much less." Oh, daddy. Don't you think it's hot?" Baby, it's you that is hot. Not those few strings that you call a bikini."It was impossible not to admire her perfect skin. Not a blemish showed from the nap of her neck to the tip of her toes. Her back was muscular, but not overly defined, and narrowed at the waist. Her hips flared slightly and tapered into two shapely legs. Her cute bubble butt was small, but not too small. I've always been a butt. Jennie, her warm breathing now ragged with desire, could feel her brown haired pussy’s translucent juices soaking her panty crotch laughed a little embarrassed laugh and said, ‘Yes, you win, this round, Bitch.’ Laughing, self-consciously, Jennie complained, ‘I think I need some dry panties.’ ‘Don’t be such a sissy,’ the Chinese wife, Peggy laughed. ‘They aren’t going to have a chance to dry on you anyway!’ The two women now naked to the waist faced each other still aroused and panting, both.