On Tuesday, Katie and Cheryl went out shopping again, this time for food for the barbecue dinner. Roast Katie was to be accompanied by braised brussel’s sprouts, almandine green beans (to be prepared by Katie as it was her kitchen specialty), pan-fried potato and sweet potato medley, with a yogurt and scallion sauce, all sided by an endive, grapefruit and pecan salad – and, of course, various cuts of Katie. On this shopping expedition they blowjob did not encounter any horny young boys (later admitting they were kind of disappointed) although there were, in the course of the afternoon’s market food-fondling, three different much older men keen on fondling of a different sort. Each in their own way got good feels of meat-Katie’s pussy and tits, one of them, perhaps seventy years old, even giving her a gentle kiss on the lips as he wished her well for her “big day”, while sticking in and pulling out and licking a wet finger from her cunt. The other two guys, perhaps in their late forties, were especially nipple-focussed and certainly got those nipples aroused. Although, not surprisingly, they also took a couple of nice swipes at her cunt, both giving a squeeze to her clit, well-advertised pov as it was by her gleaming-in-the-sun cunt tag. Being of older generations, they only referred to her as “meat” – as in, “So, have a great day, meat!” But, to Katie, they seemed sweet and kind about it, so she thought it amusingly cool. Cheryl said as they drove home: ”It must be amazing to know – to just know - anybody can fuck around with you, with your body. More or less just take what they want. And then they’re so nice about it! Like, not creepy or disgusting.“ “Cheryl, it’s just so horny you wouldn’t believe Natural tits it! I almost wish I could live longer so there could be more public of it. It’s like I suddenly have a power!” Cheryl was driving and looked back and forth between the road and her sister. “But you really have to be meat before you can do that, right? It just wouldn’t play out otherwise, right?” “Totally right. That’s what’s so great. You’re like an available goddess or something, like almost nobody else in that moment. All previous limitations just gone. You have no idea Brunette how special it makes you feel!” “But you’re gonna have to die for it. Like, actually die! “Different position every time?” I gasped as my futa-mother Natural tits thrust my thighs apart, exposing my shaved pussy dripping with girl-spunk. She still had mixed feelings. Her smile lit up the room as much as his soul as he public looked at her. Y-yes Daddy!” she started bouncing her butt against his cock creating extra pleasure. All I have is mints! I said don’t worry about it. Ronnie, after a few minutes of laying on her back, catching her breath, cuddled up to him. Stephanie pov was sure she wasn’t gay, but the sight had butterflies beating anxiously blowjob in her tummy all the same. “Lori, this is not a race…I expect you to learn what Kelly Brunette and I like as things continue to progress right here, do you understand?” "What the fuck...