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But by then it was a game, and we girls lost as most of our clothes were ripped off us. I was so worked up I didn't care any more. Lydia was parked on the sofa with both feet touching the floor, her skirt pushed up over her waist, panties nowhere near and her legs wide open. She was beautiful, a natural blonde as it turned out. Frank was eating her pussy and eventually japanese worked his way up to her nipples. She was writhing in ecstasy but had the sense to slip out asian of her skirt. Seeing Frank enter her was an event I had never witnessed before. Where there was almost no opening, suddenly his cock was swallowed whole in a gaping hole. With every stroke, her pussy seemed to pull in and out like a little kid eating a popsickle. Carl and I both watched in fascination before we landed on the floor with Carl's fingers deep in my body and one of my breasts in his mouth. He is so good that way; he had found my g-spot though nobody even knew the term then. He always made me cum before he satisfied himself and we both came together next. When he put his cock on my clit I was already having spasms and it sent me over the top screaming. He didn't have much staying power that day but I needed him to cum in me and cum hard. He plunged into me and after five minutes of glorious, dangerous, naughty sex, I let out a huge moan and felt his sex explode within me. When public I opened my eyes, beautiful Frank and beautiful Lydia were standing over us watching, their full frontal nudity seeming like the perfect thing for a bright, blue Sunday morning. Wet juices were running down the inside of her leg. Church did not seem like the perfect thing and we made the appropriate excuses the next week. The Breakfast Club, as we came to call it, met from time to time, while we were stationed together, always on Sunday morning. Scrambled eggs turned into omelets. Jelly filled pastries were the norm along with mimosas. And we girls were filled with another kind of jelly as our pleasure omelet became more and more interesting, too. Chapter 2 The boys improved their breakfast cooking skills to include such delicacies as jelly omelets, cheese omelets and over easy eggs. We also studied sex manuals with them and tried new and different things after breakfast, too. We were japan amazed at the different positions in the manual and would both try the same thing. 69 was such an exotic experience. But really, it was all pretty conventional, other than we were having sex in the same room as another married couple. I realized I was developing urges Hardcore for Frank after seeing him with Lydia so often but had put them out of my mind this morning. We always started our escapades by "sneaking" up behind the boys while they were washing the dishes. (Sometimes that led to a good soapy soaking which was all the more fun if we didn't have on a bra.) On this morning, Lydia whispered to me, "Let's switch and see how long it takes them to notice!" I didn't really know where this was going but I assumed we would reveal ourselves and get back to our own guys. I tiptoed up behind this new man and, so he didn't see my hands, started to stroke his back. Then I rested my head on his broad shoulder blades. His aroma was intoxicating as I slid my face back and forth over his shirt. Lydia was already pulling Carl's shirt out and had her hands on his chest. I did the same thing and was suprised how wiry Franks chest hair was. I was getting terribly wet and couldn't resist opening Frank's belt and sliding my hand over his cock. Sister Chastity Hope's pussy milked my japan dick as I devoured the older nun's mouth. Becky spread her legs to give her lover full access to asian her moist mound. She held it tightly. James leaned back in the chair, as he groaned, then whimpered. By Bistander 'No, it is not for your eyes' she said teasingly. “Um, I would guess in the kitchen,” she explains. But now I saw concern. Unless her blackmailer wanted her to, of course... Michael was a Master with japanese the flogger, slashing all parts of the body allowed with just the right level of sting. He stared down at me, his eyes shining like a beast. What was Hardcore it about these situations that made everyone so awful? “Right to begin with when we are here you Jane will dress in a t-shirt and nothing else. We hadn’t public had sex like that since our days in college. So wonderful. And my first life had been rather good also, both of them with fine womanly mates. “Twice vaginally and three times anally Sir.” He pushed his finger in deeper.