She eyed me passionately as she slid the dildo into her twat. I loved the show. I was seeing things from an angle I could never acheive if it was me...pumping in and out of her and I was loving every minute of it. I watched as her cunt lips stretched around the thickness of the dildo and pulled out and pushed in with it. I wanted so bad to taste her and I moved in for a closer look. Irene had only been doing this for a minute and she was already panting heavily. I asked her if she would get. I pulled on them; Sandra had a sharp intake of air and then sighed. She closed her eyes and pushed out her chest to me, silently hinting her nipples were mine too. I rolled them back and forth, then started pinching them. I tried to touch my fingers and thumbs together, trapping her nipples in their grip. Sandra winced in pain and shifted on her feet trying to erase it, but she never pulled away or told me to stop. I stopped pinching and started pulling on them, using them as a guide I turned. My vision went blurry just for the briefest of moments. What the fuck? I stood and passed the glass over my shoulder. He returned one arm around me, hugging my chest and tucking him hand under my arm. “You don’t mind if I stay here?” He asked. “Just in case the twat comes back?”“Oh no, fine no, that’s cool. However long you want Jas.”Once he’d taking several gulps of his favoured Estrella, he hooked his thumb into the hip of my jeans and rested himself against me. Confusion and lust fought a. "Among other things ... perhaps," she said, sounding defensive. "Which brings us to other women ... before Melanie. How many of them were there? Who were they? Do any of them know where you are now?"Bob grinned at her."You're a nosy Nellie. That's what you are." I am most certainly not!" she huffed.Reflecting on her behavior, he chalked her curiosity about human sexual behavior up to be the result of the fact she was still too young to date. Then he remembered that Gwyneth had alluded to what.