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“Fuck, that is so hot. No wonder they were hanging around. You are a real slut.” Janie said. I knew she was teasing me but the slut word hit hard. I would have to be more careful, I was not supposed to act like a slut. Tony would be mad. I got angry all of a sudden at myself. I was sitting in my room with my best friend and I continued to think about what my fucking plumber thought. I wiped him out of my mind, or I tried indian to. “No, you’re a slut. They were staring at you too.” I said. “Maybe so, but I didn’t flash them my tits. Though, now I kinda wished I had. That sounds so fucking hot. What did it feel like?” Janie said to me with a serious look on her face. I thought for a second on her question. It felt great, my pussy was in control of my mind at the time and nothing else mattered. I was a little embarrassed now when I think about it but there was no shame at the time. “It felt wonderful, like carefree and really exciting. I can’t believe I did it.” I responded. My friend looked at me with a strange expression. I knew she loved me and I knew the look was one of wonder and excitement. We had known each other long enough to almost read each other’s thoughts. We never fought, both of us loved the other one and every situation seemed really simple if we remembered that. I so wanted to tell her everything, tell her how I let two strangers fuck me senseless. Tell her how I liked it so much I let it happen a second time the very next day. I wanted to tell her but something held me back. Would this be the thing that she couldn’t take? Would this be the thing that changed her feelings about me? I hated this. “Amazing, so tell me about this fancy party you are going to.” She asked. To me, rooting indian around in her asshole was such an exquisite experience, both mentally and physically. My nakedness was slightly masked but it was obvious I wore no bra or panties. I just folded the bills in half and put them into his shirt pocket. “Girls, the five of you are pregnant.” Misty gave Mollie a warm hug as her demeanour changed. “One, last time, and that’s it,” Jane managed to say before Evan tackled her. It was dilated and swollen, and so tender to her touch. As she followed the bottom vein up to the tip he pushed himself inside her and grabbing the other side of her head began to fuck her fiercely in the mouth. “Coat that hot bod in spunk!” He stood there trembling, his hand tugging at his beard.