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I hid the camera back where Brunette I found it and returned to the den after cleaning up. [I welcome feedback, what did you like, what didn't you like?} This is the second in a series of stories. To fully appreciate this one, I suggest you read the first Betsy’s Creampie - Rewritten. Jeff and Lisa were japanese at the lake with Betsy and me again last weekend. A few weeks ago, Jeff had turned Betsy’s cunt into a large, sexy cream pie. Now they were back and I wondered what excitement was in store for her and us. It was rainy and very warm this past weekend. We spent most of the time on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the girls drank their wine. No one lingerie actually spoke of last weekend. It was almost as if it never happened. Lisa never Hardcore let on that her husband fucked my wife. They acted as if it never happened. Jeff didn’t even hint at the carnal pleasures her had with my wife. I wondered if it was a onetime event, pushed to the back of everyone’s mind. Forever to asian be thought of only when our minds drifted to those deep, taboo sexual thoughts. Both girls were braless, wore tank tops and shorts that showed a lot of tanned, sexy legs. Betsy’s top was yellow and topped with pink lace. If she leaned forward, the low neck drooped and you could see her small but perky tits. Lisa had a blue top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn’t droop when she bent over; but, her nipples made a fine impression. Lisa has shoulder length black hair. "I liked the bit where the guy was in bed with the two girls" I provoked. “What? We briefly lock eyes as he walked to the toilet next to me. I quickly turned away from his steady gaze, but continued to watch him from the corner of my eye. There was this Brunette energy in the room, swirling around us, pressing in on us as the girls cheered us on. I heard a noise on the porch and I ran to the door quickly. As the crew was leaving, George instructed in the care of our new lawn, asian surrounded my short stakes and red twine to remind us to keep off. I had been stupid and acted without any thought, what a fool Hardcore I felt. My lingerie hands attacked Valeria's blouse. My tongue fluttered. My record shot so far has been 2025 yards. She glared spitefully at the man as the sand swallowed her up to her narrow waist. He aimed at me, snarling, “You open your mouth, and I will put a bullet in your head, boy!” Raj: Do you think he is interested? My horse was exhausted, I knew it was not likely to carry me very much further. “No, I don’t want to do that” I said softly. Their garage looked like no one lived in the house, except for the washer and dryer, japanese and the two visible spots where they park their cars. "I have no words for how beautiful your tits are", I said huskily.