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Unused to such luxury after four years of living as a biker's slut Julie snuggled down into the warmth and comfort. "Ah you are awake then?" said a pleasant voice from the doorway and Julie found herself once again staring into the eyes of Mary now wearing a loose jogging suit which did nothing to hide her well-developed body. "Yeah I'm awake and still fucking hungry," sneered Julie. "My, my you do have a mouth on you don't you?" said Mary and with that pulled back the covers revealing Julie's scrawny body still clothed in the rags she had on the night before. "Well first young lady we need to get you cleaned up and clothed properly, and may even wash that mouth out while I am doing it." Mary laughed as she picked Julie up with an easy movement and carried her kicking and screaming into the large tiled bathroom where she pushed Julie fully clothed into the walk in shower. Turning on the taps Mary chuckled to herself as the water cascaded down soaking Julie who was screaming death threats but Mary kept the door closed and just said one word over and over, "clothes." Eventually Julie gave in and took off her sodden clothing piece by piece, throwing them over the top of the shower cubicle to the waiting woman. Mary licked her lips as she saw the young body revealing itself to her eyes, her tender white skin unblemished with only a few marks here and there. 'This one was worth investing some time in,' Mary thought to herself wondering how she would respond to her advances. Once Julie was washed and wrapped in a large fluffy bathrobe she perched at the breakfast bar in a kitchen that was all chrome and the size of football pitch and was devouring all the food that Mary was putting in front of her like the starving woman she was. Julie had a million questions including one about the strap BDSM on in the glove box but decided for the moment to absorb and give out controlled information. As Mary asked questions Julie gave an edited version of what had happened and in particular noted the look of pleasure when Julie described the party where she had slept with the wife of the hosts, and the look of revulsion when she described some of the things the bikers had her do and had done. Mary explained that this was one of her homes and Julie was welcome to stay here as long as she liked provided she didn't break things, steal things or deepthroat bring 'boys' home. To which Julie responded with such butthole vitriol that she was almost frothing at the mouth about the male gender and almost spat out the question, "so where's your husband?" Mary looked at Julie with sheer incredulity not sure if Julie was being serious or not and then replied hesitantly, still unsure if Julie was winding her up or not, "my dear girl if you haven't worked it out yet I am a lesbian." Julie looked at her with straight face that finally split into a huge grin, "Ohhhhhh, that would explain the strap on in the glove box then," before breaking into fits of giggles as Mary mentally cursed herself for not packing Hardcore the thing away more discreetly. "And," said Julie with firm intent, "if you are a lesbian and it means no men, then I am a lesbian as well," then stage whispered, "what do we do now do you teach me a secret handshake or something." "YOU young lady are going to need bringing into line," said Mary with a huge smile as she saw the young girl's character already starting to blossom into a thing Fucking of beauty before her eyes. the protruded nipple with the tip of his tongue and then sucking it in This causes me to literally spring deepthroat up and flop over in the air, landing on the other side of Poochyena. It felt AMAZING. So I picked up her panties and balled them up, and then I shoved them into her mouth. Seeing this our watcher opened his shorts and produced a thick veiny 6 inch cook and stroked in while licking his lips. His foot hit her pelvis and compressed it along with the bottle. butthole I asked “do you want some more?”. Each end of the BDSM thing was crowned in a flared knob, Fucking a bit broader than the shaft itself. Her voice matches her stature, high and with tones of innocence that belie her acute intellect. I smiled at her. He groaned louder, his eye widening at the action. You're one of the hottest girls in the world. I groan. It's a little late for modesty now." I made it to the girls room before the second one woke up. Marc felt a little stab of guilt about how much he enjoyed her slender strength that spoke of athleticisim and the softness that promised a lusciousness like her mother. But he was without question the most Hardcore amazing lover I'd ever had. "I was here with my friends, but they all ran off somewhere. He’s about 40 and has his cock in his hand. She certainly was, I realized as I started to sink down lower and lower in the booth and slide underneath the table. “Well you’re not going to be alone, not anymore. “Not for at least a week.” Yet the burst of speed from his punch was nothing compared to the whirlwind he felt burst from his form. Eventually, though, it felt like more.