It was now 2:30, and I served "breakfast" to my two voluptuous adventurers. "So, tell me. What do you two plan for tonight, " I inquired. Last night had been particularly barbarous. While my two drunk and fleshy housemates howled filth laden profanities, at least twenty brutish, cursing, drunken studs had swarmed over their oleaginous bulk and roaring their own filthy expletives, spewed play load after play load deep into their capacious innards to both inundate their loves with the outpourings of their huge testicles and batter their cervixes with dark, oversized prick heads. The orgasmic screams still echoed in my ears as I lecherously observed how wide their hips expanded out across their chairs.

They were still a bit tipsy even though they now had eaten oatmeal, bacon, and eggs, and downed orange juice, vitamins, and coffee.

Wanting to know so I could make my own plans, I persisted, "Do you want to stay in tonight so you'll be fresh for the rest of the weekend? That was a big gang bang for you two sex-pots. I guess you must be sore from all you did last night.

You didn't seem to want to quit, and that group you brought home was sure wild!" "If you think those bums were nasty, you should've seen the ones we did before we got home, but I'm not sore. Are you sore, Lola?" Patti asked Lola who shook her round, golden brown haired head. I didn't need to be told that their in town partying had been especially fruitful and flagrant that was evident by the condition they were in when, accompanied by a large group of newly met men, they had spilled into the house around Midnight. CONT