Suddenly, Phoebe was standing in front of me, her breasts just inches from mine. "Hi Rachael", she said. "Mr. Tripp has asked me help out." "Phoebe, n... talking please". At least I knew his name now. But oh god, Phoebe, please no, I thought. But then she was kneeling down in front of me. She placed her hands behind me and began to explore may ass. I saw her head move toward my most private parts. I felt her tongue, warm, on the outside of my lips. She moved her tongue along the edges, up towards. I sat up on his stomach causing my pussy lips to grip his cock. “Damn sis, you are really wet. The storm wasn’t the only reason you came to my room was it?” I smiled to myself in the darkness. I rubbed my pussy back and forth across the shaft of his cock. “I told you earlier that I wanted you to fuck me. And plus you owe me for the blowjobs.” He responded to that by turning so that I ended up being under him. He pushed my legs back towards by head and positioned himself at the entrance to my. I want your whole cock in me.’ I pushed once more and the final inch of my cock disappeared into her asshole. I remained still for a moment and allowed her to adjust to the girth of my cock and then I began to fuck her ever so slowly. She eventually began to move her hips in an attempt to match my thrusts. She was gasping and grunting as I began to pummel her ass. When I reached for her pussy I found her hand already in place frigging herself frantically. I picked up the pace and held to. Doubt quickly fades as he groans in pleasure and she smiles to see he is enjoying this as much as she. After a few minutes of pumping she rolls herself top of him so that her breast sway above his broad chest. Lowering her head she nuzzles her face against his neck and inhales the sweet musk entwining with the Ralf Laurens cologne. Pressing her lips to his warm skin she cascades kisses slowly across his chest, trails down his abs and inches towards his pelvis. Sensing her eventual destination.