"Whatever you say," said Johnny.
"Okay," said Alan.
Walter led the way into the room. The two men saw Grace spread out on the bed. She was on her back with both legs stretched far apart, the black-haired pile of her crotch sitting high over the crimson slit of her cunt lips. Her gigantic breasts were like two resting mountains of flawless, creamy flesh with relaxed n*****s.
Johnny kept his eyes glued to her beautiful form as he moved to the head of the bed and gently reached down to take her wrists in his hands. As he pulled her arms up over her head the breasts shifted their meaty mass and wobbled invitingly from side to side over her rib cage.
Alan's eyes were watching the red gash as he took each ankle in his hands and kneeled down at the bottom end of the bed. He held her legs wide
