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Our bedroom door popped openand they entered. I stared right at Dotty, who waswearing my bathrobe.She was a large, athletic woman, over 6 feet tall.Dottie’s jaw dropped and she exclaimed, “My panties!”Then she noticed my erection.Betsy then said, “He’s all yours.” Dotty stared at herand Betsy added, in a demure voice, “and so am I.” Thetwo women knowingly stared at each other. I wish I knewwhat was behind that look. Dotty told Betsy to stripand squat on all fours on the bed. Dotty removed my gagand the panties from my face. Dotty bent down andspread Betsy’s ass cheeks. She stared into the crackand told Betsy how she had always loved her anus. She knelt down and started sniffing Betsy’s ass odor,her tongue came out and she started licking Betsy’sanus. Dotty said it had acquired a nice scent. It wasthen I remembered that none of us had showered sincethe day before – it had been really hot, I knew thewomen would. Bob just got up and walked away, saying nothing.Frankie drank the last of her coffee which was now cold to see if that would calm her down, then as casually as she could, feeling anything but casual, she walked out of the coffee shop.She didn’t know how her legs got her to the alleyway behind the shop, but as she walked down it not knowing if Bob was there or not, the horror of what she was doing struck her, so she turned to walk back just as a hand snaked out from behind her and dragged her into a corner. “You wanted my cock and my cock is what you are going to get” Bob hissed at her as his hands pulled at her skirt, he ripped her thong clean off her, deposited it in his jeans pocket, another for the collection he thought grinning.He roughly turned her around and thrust his rock hard cock straight into her pussy, pulling her back onto him his hands reached for her breasts grabbing at her nipples through her shirt and bra pulling them in turn, his cock fucking in and out of her, her.
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