She wore her make-up somewhat thick, but purposely somewhat like a young girl might if she was new at doing make-up. C) Skin tight pale bluejeans, a ...pink midriff top with elastic around the waist, no shoes and a very faint covering of make-up.D) Black stilettos, black thigh highs and a red hoody. Each outfit was worn more than once and always lead to an incredible, sexually charged experience. Five years later these outfits are still etched in my mind. Each one has it's own story. A) I. I could tell he was pumping his cock in and out of me as well as he kept slapping the wall between us. I kept fucking his cock and it was sweet heaven, if I died I wanted it to be with his cock buried in my cunt fucking me. Then a spasm ran through me and I yelled out fuck, I’m cumming, cummmmmming. I shock and quivered my cunt gripped and let loose of his cock over and over again. This pushed him over the edge and I heard him say I’m cumming bitch and going to fill your cunt and womb with my. All of us. We saw fucking and sucking. We saw certain women with the horses and with the bulls. One of the fellows was so shocked to see his folks he hauled ass." We all followed to see if we could help, but he got over it himself. He did say that his parents shouldn't object to anything he might do." Others admitted to seeing their parents here, engaged in various sexual activities, but I won't mention names. We talked it over and decided to come in here and " well, just let things happen." I. Kisses, hugs, snuggles and gropes were beginning to warm up the atmosphere. The pig was sliced and more drinks poured. Bare tits were being sucked, cocks gripped and stroked, fingers disappearing from view. Yes, this was going to be a night to remember. The door bell rang and I went to answer it. There stood Sasha and Milan, Both had high colored t-shirts cut so the bottoms of their boobs hung below the hem. One g-string, the other a thong, both rubbing the royal blue patch and smiling. Yeah,.