I told her, “I am at Robert’s house and we have had a little too much to drink.” Then I exclaimed, “I will sleep on his couch and see you japanese tomorrow morning.” She asked, “Do you want me to pick you up?” I said no that I was still having fun. With that we said goodnight and goodbye and hung up. Jude and I fucked 3 times that night. When I awoke, I noticed it was 8 o’clock in the morning. I was late for church. I quickly put on my clothes from the day before. I went home in enough time to change my clothes and get to church. My mom drove and I slept I the car on the way to church. I was never invited back to the apartment again after that night. Jude found a guy and started dating him. She never told me who it was, but 30 years later I went to a topless bar in another town long after the Intimate lounge was closed, and the building was torn down. I saw and met up with Doug that was the owner of the Intimate lounge so many years ago. I asked, “What happened to Jude?” He responded, “I married the bitch and divorced her around ten years ago.” Now I know who the guy was. End of chapter 4. Please comment and vote. This is the second in a series of japan stories. To fully appreciate this one, I suggest you read the first Betsy’s Creampie - Rewritten. Jeff and Lisa chinese were at the lake with Betsy and me again last weekend. A few weeks ago, Jeff had turned Betsy’s cunt into a large, sexy cream pie. Now they were back and I wondered what excitement was in store for her and us. It was rainy and very warm this past weekend. We spent most of the time on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the girls drank their wine. No one actually spoke of last weekend. It was almost as if it never happened. Lisa never let on that her husband fucked my wife. They acted as if it never happened. Jeff didn’t even hint at the carnal pleasures her had with my wife. I wondered if it was a onetime event, pushed to the back of everyone’s mind. Forever to be thought of only when our minds drifted to those deep, taboo sexual thoughts. Both girls asian were braless, wore tank tops and shorts that showed a lot of tanned, sexy legs. Betsy’s top was yellow and topped with pink lace. If she leaned forward, the low neck drooped and you could see her small but perky tits. Lisa had a blue top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn’t droop when she bent over; but, her nipples made a fine impression. Lisa has shoulder length black hair. She is about the same height, 5’ 5”, slightly heavier and her tits are larger than Betsy’s B-cups but they don’t seem as tits perky. Jeff is a few inches taller than me; with the same athletic build but heavier. My face felt like it was as red as my butt obviously was. She smiled and said “I japan hope so”. What was I doing here? asian I didn't know the faces or names of our subjects, but I did know the assigned numbers. It’s hard to believe a girl like her. Vanessa looked her up and down in amazement and pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. “I can't stop thinking about you, Mom.” Men know they can act with impunity on Slaver territory. She had no plans. I groped and kneaded her tits, her face still frozen, her body utterly unmoving as I manipulated her breasts. For those few hours, everything was a blur. My heart was confused and happy. Marilee said, “Slow down, I don’t want him to blow yet.” Katlynn stopped sucking and Marilee moved her back and climbed on top of tits me, guiding my cock in her wet pussy. I said as I took hold of her hand and I wouldn’t trust myself to hit if I was actually angry at a woman. Evan walked in, “mom I like you better cum soaked then like this”. With her father balls deep inside her cunt, Bea stopped. Mr. Mackey was clearly stunned that Dakota learned so quickly about truck tires. Sheila took a tentative sip of java and made a face at the steam rising from the scalding brew. Newlyn's gaze followed her finger to the clock and was surprised by the time. Judging by her eyes suddenly opening wide I guess that he fingered her as well. Two—the mask remains on at all times. You want me to do it that way? “Yes of course George but I’ve got some stretching exercises that I want to show Lizzy; perhaps you could help us.” “Is there anything romantic there?” They each have their own style but it was sending me to the edge at a rapid pace. I didn't flinch japanese in shock like last time. The father and daughter cried chinese out begging him to come back, but the mother just screamed; she knew it was already too late.