#136582 - She didn’t coerce me, she didn’t beat me into submission, she hadn’t even spoken, yet I was so weak in her presence I just did whatever she wanted; I lay on my side – and then jumped up and ran into the bathroom: at the very least I would have a fresh mouth to place on her. I still had a mind working: my left hand was groping Ming’s large breasts, and I moved my fingers to her mouth and circled her lips; my right hand was buried under Hung’s buttocks, lifting her to meet my thrusts – so, whose mouth was now behind me, driving me to this distraction? Now a hand squeezed itself between multiple bodies and gently felt me, and pulled and pushed me, as I eased in and out at the urging within Hung, who groaned now continuously, and then jetted a load of juices out between us and over the hand below also. She was looking pretty good: her long legs were exposed from mid-thigh down, her knees locked together riding the bike, as she was wearing a black and white – maternity dress, I call the