I wassure she was willing to be both, but not one with out the other. He hadother ideas. The cock in my mouth was soon replaced by the other and myl...egs were raised to let them have access to my hot horny hole. He pushedhis over-sized cock in me thankfully Michelle took the time to properlylube me up. He slowly sank his cock in me without stopping and thankfullyhe let me get used to his thickness when he hit bottom. I had one in myass and one straddling my chest feeding his big cock.I did. It ain't that bad. By the way,my name's Chritie." "I'm Karen." Karen's fears were quickly forgotten as she talked withChristie. Everythingwas fine, until later that afternoon.... "Mr. Mendoza, may I go to the bathroom?" asked Karen. "Yes." Karen hurriedly walked out of the room and down the hall to thebathroom. Sheopened the bathroom door and there stood Betty, fixing her hair infront of a mirror. Karensteeled herself and walked into the bathroom. She got as far as thefirst stall when Betty. Her outfit is finished with the white 3” heels she is wearing; they accentuate her already firm calves, plus help to have her firm 38C breasts jiggle slightly when she walks. The blonde knows that she is dressed to show off her nice luscious figure, as she is at Mardi Gras looking for the fun and thrills that everyone always goes there for. But it definitely does not arrive from the direction that she anticipated – the blonde hears a sultry in her ear telling her, “Come with me and I can show. “No-one uses it except when it’s the season to harvest the fruit, and the key hangs on a nail on the inside. Wait among the apple-trees at midnight. If I can get away, I will be there.”She looked earnestly into his eyes.“Peter, I need to pray about this,” she explained. “I do want to come, but if I do, then we have to go far away. I can’t stay here, knowing I’ve abandoned my life like this. It’ll mean leaving your family too.”Peter nodded, although she could tell from his face that he didn’t.