I didn’t see the second one so I wondered which one this would be. The one who had received my cum up her womb or the one that drank my piss.She did...n’t seem to like the way I smiled when I remembered that night.“Happen in Vegas, not stay in Vegas.” She said again.Then I saw her friend. She was trying to hide behind some bushes in the front garden. Her friend reached back and grabbed her hand and pulled her on the porch with us.“Happen in Vegas, not stay in Vegas.” She said again and this time. She could not believe she’d impaled her bottom on a fucking Dick Rambone dildo. This was just crazy.It was 1:34 am, according to the alarm clock on her nightstand. She’d turned the clock to face her before offering her asshole to the dildo. The head was inside her, gripped tightly by her disbelieving sphincter. She was the asshole, she thought hotly.Reaching out, she fumbled the bottle of Heineken, and then swigged a big mouthful. Connor’d ensconced the bottle in one of dad’s ridiculous beer. He’d still barely spoken a word by the time they orgasmed again.“Belinda? Belinda?”“Mmm?”“This mask is driving me crazy,” James panted. He had tried everything to pick the small screw-like lock, desperate for just a moment’s reprieve.“Not enjoying the scent of my panties?”“That’s all I can smell.”“Good... but I’m not going to return your sight quite yet... first you have to do something for me...”Belinda stood up, repositioned her underwear and pulled her skirt back down. She stood with one. You only cared about yourself. Now it’s your turn. She grabbed her and spun her around wrapping her arms around her waist and pulled her down on top of herself on the bed. Becky wrapped her legs around the inside of her mother’s legs and forced her legs wide apart. Becky pulled her mothers dress up and ripped her under ware off. She also tore the upper part of her dress, exposing her tits. I couldn't believe how big her mother’s tits were. They were twice the size of Moms. Becky screamed at me.