“It’s my decision!” Michael shouted back. “You want to get rid of me?” I replied, confused. Michael walked towards me and put his hand on ...y shoulder. “I don’t want to. I just think it would be easier,” he replied. “Easier? For who?” I asked. I had bought my own hand up to remove Michael’s arm from my shoulder, but as I looked at him, he looked so sad. I found my own hand resting on his arm, almost comforting him. “I think we’re too close, and I don’t find it easy to manage you,” Michael. He sat down on the other end of my couch, and I sat down as well, working my jogging pants over my knees and down around my ankles.I could see my friend was really turned on, so while I was softly rubbing the tent in my panties, I put my left hand out and scooted over a foot or two. He responded by pulling the elastic waist of his sweats down to show he was wearing no underwear. His boner stood straight out from his lap, and I scooted and slid the rest of the way across the couch until I was. She bobbed up and down my length, slowly taking me deeper and deeper down her throat.I let my hands drop down to Lisa's dress covered rear, and Faith's denim d****d derrière. "Mmm, I think I like you being able to use your hands again, Faith told me, breaking the kiss."He really knows how to use them, too," Lisa piped up, pulling my face back to hers for another kiss. While my tongue was engaged with my full-sister's, my half-sister dropped to her knees next to Jenny, and they started to swap. The boy stood up tall and stared at the man's suggestion. "Well . . . have you son? Have you had a girl's warm wet tight lips around that cock of yours? Moving her head up and down . . . sucking that sensitive acorn like head . . . wiggling her tongue underneath at that special spot?" asked Mike knowing he was getting to the bashful boy. "Noooo . . . sir . . ." "Well tonight is your lucky moment, because Marissa is going to do two things for you. First, honey pull that cheerleading top off . ..