I used to call that the doable line. She's doable, above the line. She is NOT doable, below the line. Any woman who met the minimum was acceptable and the more beautiful the better. Guys have no idea that some chick is too beautiful for them. I am sure that pisses off hot girls who think guys should know they are too ugly for a hot chick. Tami and Chelsea had already selected the guys they assfuck wanted and both girls were undeniably sexy. They would be on any guy"s doable list. So when Roger felt the heat and wetness from Tami"s pussy, it exploded into his body the way it does in every man's body. The imperative command, "Have sex." He whispered into her ear, "Tami, are you sure?" Tami knew what that question meant; he was hers. Her heart skipped a beat and she felt the butterflies in her stomach. It was one thing to talk about it and even plan it with Chelsea. That wasn't real. It was totally different to be in bed with a man and have his cock against your pussy and know he anus was about to stick that big thing in you. But she couldn't back down with Chelsea doing the same thing in the next bed. "Yes," she said, the built up desire in her voice. Roger felt the desire in her voice. He also heard the voice"s from the next bed and knew that Mike was too busy to care that his daughter was about to get fucked. You'd think that a guy would care more for protecting his daughter from a molester, but truthfully Roger found buttfucking himself caught up in the beautiful sexy woman whose pussy was rubbing his cock. He reached around under the shirt movie she was wearing and cupped her firm young breasts, gently massaging them and tweaking her pointed nipples, hard with desire. Tami felt that like a direct connection to her pussy which flooded with her juices. Roger buried his face in Tamil"as long blonde hair as he started rubbing his cock along her hot wet pussy and fondling her hard nipples. Roger grabbed the bottom of the shirt and anal pulled. “Spread your sweet little cheeks for me, baby,” Kara urged in a ragged voice. He moans deeply. The girls have a harder time getting away than the boys, and when they're palmed off as wives, they're usually so bitter and hateful over it, assfuck they take it out on their husbands. Not yet.” He beat them with the flogger and zapped them from tits to pussy until their screams buttfucking turned to moans of pleasure and cum gushed from their cunts pooling on the mat. “It’s light here, though a anal bit dimmer than earlier. “That’s right girls; you’re not embarrassed being out with me like this are you?” My heart raced in my chest. Prestira, Brock and Zander slowly walked anus out of the room, closing the door behind them. "Yup, now give me a big hug and I'll see you guys this afternoon," he said slipping his phone into the movie back of his pants and opening up his arms.