"But what does it mean when you're blonde?"

You know that Emma goes blonde quite a bit. In fact, you almost feel like she wouldn't have mentioned the whole thing about hair if she didn't want it to lead to this question.

Emma lowers her head, as if she's being shy. But no, she's not shy. Her red hair fails around it. Finally she slips her hand back into her panties and starts to rub.

"It means Jess called me and asked me to join her for her weekend of fun." She says slyly.

Your attention and your cock perk back up. "Really?"

Emma knows she's got you back. She's being playful again "Maaaybbeeeee... yeah of course."

And images, scenes, start fluttering through your mind again. Emma, Jessica and countless throbbing cocks. You say it out loud to get confirmation. "You, Jessica Chastain and how many black cocks?"

Emma shrugs. "Depends on how many of their friends were free on a given weekend."

"What was the most?"

"I don't know... twenty five, thirty. They didn't regularly give us time to count." Emma responds, her voice sounding very horny and very sincere. She's not making this up.

"And how long was the longest you went at it?" You really want all the details.

"When it got going, it never stopped. They'd fuck us until we passed out from exhaustion then wake us up by cumming on our faces. God knows what they did while we were out cold." Emma says it as if it's no big deal, as if this is simply her normal reality now.

You can't believe she was going to stop her story where she originally had. After just one afternoon of filth, when in fact, it's been years.

"What's the naughtiest thing they've ever made you do." Your cock presses against your jeans. It needs to be free soon.

Emma starts rubbing herself faster at this question. You feel like you've hit a nerve. You can't wait for her answer.