You feel relaxed and quite horny. Your body wants release. You get out of the pool and into the silent unoccupied changing room. You go to a cubicle w...ith your towel and reach out to start the shower.You didn't hear anything!You did feel the hand across your mouth, the other grabbing your hair. You scream silently as you feel a kick to the back of your knee and you go down, still being held. You are on all fours with the weight of your assailant pinning you down. Then you feel the first smack.. "Yes, Rose, just like that," Maria let out, leaning her head back. "Let our moms see me cum all over your face. I want to see every single move made by you to get me off."I reached up and grabbed onto her jugs again. I applied a lot of pressure to them right away and made damn sure she felt good too. I had already felt perfect, but between everyone in the room, I found myself on a sexual mission to please my godsister.I swear I felt her heart beating through her snatch, which added even more. I moaned as he did. He moved his mouth down to my breasts where he started sucking on my nipples. I grabbed his dick and started jerking it fast. His touch felt so exhilarating already and he hasn't even put his dick in my pussy yet. He held my waist as I slowly stopped playing with his dick and put it in dripping wet pussy. I started moving up and down on him and rotated my hips in a circle. We both moaned as we felt the pleasure. I kissed Marcel again and kissed his neck and nibbled on the. Originally a bar, The Torch now nominally made money serving soda and snacks in the front. But downstairs was the closest speakeasy to our apartment. They had a spook quintet blowing some jazz on the small stage, and the place was jumping. We went up to the bar, and were soon at a booth, cocktails in hand and grinning.Yeah, another reason to stop at the Torch. Good music, and actual booze from Mexico. Not bathtub gin like most places. It cost more, almost a buck but was worth not going.