Now Amanda was a real blond bimbo with the brains and figure to match. As dumb as dirt some have said but she keeps the boss from getting in trouble a...ll the time. Some say she either blows or fucks the problems away.As we are kissing and getting deeper into the making out our hands have been busy unbuckling or unsnapping clothing on each of us. My hands have slid up inside her blouse to her bra, her nipples hard as ever now. Her hands have slipped into my slacks and her hand is now wrapped. "I'm a-hankerin' to blow you to pieces, after what you did to Angie."Carefully, Rose moved to a flanking position. In her career as saloon whore, she had already seen the mess a sawed-off shot gun could make.The two men hesitated. When Lucy's finger at the trigger turned white, though, they opened their belt buckles and let their gun belts drop. Rose saw the minute movement as one man's hand went to his back."Watch out, Lucy!" she yelled.Just as the man's hand sped forward, both barrels of the. Just like they expected, John was coming up with something great. Maybe John was going to fuck all of them!John lined them up in a row, with their backs to the door, and then stepped back to admire the view. The bedroom door qui­etly opened and Sam came in to stand beside his son. Both men had raging hardons that were beginning to leak precum steadily. They played with each other's meat while looking at the row of hot asses. Six hot holes lined up in age order, starting with young Donny on the. Their hands ran over me, and Imoaned as they stroked my stockings and gently touched my now throbbingcock. I watched them in the mirrors wardrobe as they explored mylingerie and spurred my lust with their fingers.I lay on my back as they mounted me, my girlfriend barking orders atGenevieve, who obeyed with downcast eyes."Sit on his face, bitch, my boi slut needs to learn to suck cunt!"Genevieve straddled my head with her stockinged thighs. I lookedstraight up into the crotchless knickers and.