What was she doing home? Hadn't she gone to Grandma's for the day? Covered in sweat, I glanced wide-eyed at my bedside clock. What the heck? She wasn't due back for at least another hour or so. More than enough time for me girlfriend to strangle the turkey again to help ease that pesky ache in my nuts that party had been bothering me for a week now. An ache that would only go away if I cuty emptied the old coconuts at least three times a day. Suddenly, I heard the familiar THUD THUD THUD of someone coming up college the stairs and I started to freak the fuck out just as my spunk slithered up my rock hard pipe. Oh, fuck a duck, oral Dude. ABORT. ABORT. ABORT. Abandon fucking ship. Reverse the polarity of the neutron flow and all that stuff. It didn’t hurt at all when Harry rammed into my butt hole but with both my butt and my oral pussy being pounded I couldn’t tell which I preferred. “Awww!” Samantha replied, stomping off to her room to find some underwear. “Of course she will,” I groaned. May I please?” I asked him, almost pleading. After a while one of them came over cuty to us and held a photo up for us both to see. I trembled in anticipation as she unfastened his jeans. "Oh, crap!" We’ll be watching you.” It was soon apparent she only wanted to feel my cock, and so I rolled on to my side, limiting her access to feel on my cock, but that didn’t seem to stop her. Joy got her turn to lick and suck. It was a bit of a cloudy muggy day so l wore a knee length coat with a thin white V-neck top underneath and no bra so my nipples stood out hard and erect, my skirt was a short denim mini, l had come to realise it was pointless wearing knickers because l either lost them or the guy who fucked me took them as a trophy and my underwear isn’t cheap. Melissa’s light blue blouse, it turned out, did little to blend party into the green surroundings of her hiding place. So does my lusty cunt as I thrust my college crotch ineffectively girlfriend against the bed. “mmmm..” I’d heard her make the same noise eating chocolate after having a craving for it. At the sound, Joey turned and winked at him, flipping his hair over his shoulder and bending over even further as if presenting his posterior for inspection.