The cab came. I walked her out. “Why don’t we share?” she asked me. She lives in Cambridge, across the river. I live in the Back Bay, about a mi...e and a half from Bill’s Beacon Hill condo. “Sure!” I enthused, “that way I can make sure you get home OK. Let me go get my coat.” I ran up the stairs, grabbed my jacket and was on the way out the door when I heard Bill call after me, “She’s a nice girl, you fuck with her head and I’ll have to kill you!” I waived as I ran down the stairs. She was still. If ... if you keep that up."The answer from both women was a determined moan. Suddenly Deborah crawled between her legs as Marie continued to work on her breasts. When her mouth touched Sam's pussy she went over the top."Oh, yesssss!!!" Sam gasped as a strong climax rushed through her. She was barely able to catch her breath as the combination of the incredible stimulation of her nipples and the tongue lapping her clit drove her mad. The two women didn't slow down when her climax ended. Instead. "Hmmm, of course you do." I replyed and I leaned in to give my friend a peck, but when our lips pressed I felt Lydias tongue enter my mouth and I soon found myself swapping spit with her. Her lips were soft and the feel made my pussy tingle and lean. I thought that was it for the boys show, till I felt a hand on my bra clasp. I thought it was one of the boys and got ready to smack them. But I broke from the kiss and turned to see if was Lydia's hand, she undid my bra and quickly moved it. My. Go, Shoo. Go sit with the rest.”And with that she goes. “What was really going on here Mark?” my mom asks in a tone that she uses when she will not tolerate bullshit. A tone I’ve heard a few times since my teenage years. “Like I said mom, Christine dropped some coffee and I was wiping it off”“Were you looking up her skirt when you were down there? I’ve been watching you watch her legs and her skirt since we got here. Attractive isn’t she?” “Well she is, but she IS my aunt. So nothing weird.