I was sat in the kitchen drinking a beer and thinking about what I had seen. The trip to the motel was self-explanatory, but what did what happened th...re mean? Was it the first time and at the last minute Becky couldn't go through with it? Or had it been what she regularly did on the nights she was "running late" and for some reason this time she couldn't do it? There was no clear answer to the question and I was still turning it over in my mind when Becky came in the door."Have you eaten yet?". ” I said. Kay slowly lowers her hands. Her palms I notice gently stroke her nipples as she lowers her hands. “Would you like to see if what I said was true? About the pleasure overcoming the pain?” I ask. “Wait a minute! I’m no virgin nor am I a prude but I just met you!” said Kay. “That’s ok…relax….I’m not going to touch you …I am not asking you to take off your shirt either. Your friend Susan can show you if you want.” I said. “Ok” Kay says. “Susan are you ok with this?” Susan nods her. I was quickly flustered. What had I done? What was I thinking?But instead of completely removing his hand, he began sliding it down my body. He let his fingers gently trickle down my stomach and then caressed my hip. He reached both hands down to my hips and curled a finger into each side of my panties to slowly pull them all the way down. My legs then fell open and he quickly moved his body in between them. His fingers crawled upward over my ankles, calves, then moved them inward to my. " And with that she used the spare hand to separate my cheeks and started to lick my asshole as her fingers began to speed up. It was a curious feeling for sure, but it was such a turn on. I moaned as loudly as I could as my head buried itself into my pillow to try and muffle the screams."Oh fuck Amy, this feels so good." I tired to keep my ass still, but with her fingers inside of me I had to move slightly, but Amy kept up and we managed to keep a rhythm going. "Your tongue is such an expert.