CHAPTER NINE
Jill's excitement exceeded her shock. Not taking her eyes off the slide show Ann and Graham were putting on for her and Paul Grant, Jill squirmed her thighs together.
It was the same Paul Grant that was featured in the slide on the screen. The same husky, handsome blonde that was at the moment squeezing the warm soft mass of her breast, was in the picture, sinking his massive c**k in Ann's gaping, black-bushed crotch.' In the picture, Graham was looking on intently as his wife took Paul's monster phallus into her.
Her horniness soaring, Jill began unbuttoning her blouse. She shrugged out of it and let Paul grab her bra-protected tit. His fingers squeezed into the soft mound. Her n****e burned and probed blindly against the restricting lace. She slid her hand over and pinche
