Tracey answered the door, and yelled for Casey to hurry as they wanted to get to the restaurant before the big crowd did. Tracey was five-four, with a fuller figure, breast the size of melons, forty-two DD, she had red hair, atop her head and on her cunt. Indian sex “Isn’t that better?” Tracey asked. She told herself, ‘time to real him in,’ and she invited him into the house. Tonight they planned on taking things to the next lever, and give him, one hell of a sexy night to remember. He wondered to himself, ‘God, wonder if there is any chance I can fuck them both?’
He walked over kissed Casey, then pulled Tracey into his arms and kissed her passionately. “Here, let me help you.” With that, Casey leaned forward and buried her head in Tracey’s crotch.
