I was going mad and my cock felt like bursting. I slowly rubbed her thighs and boobs. I dont remember when i slept but when i woke up i saw my lungi m...ved away and my cock was standing up. I looked around and saw no one was ther. I got up and bathed in the pond and came back and had my breakfast with mom and s*s. By now i decided that i have to bed them both so i planned everything up. I started slipping my lungi and pretended in such a manner that i’m nt good at wearing lungi. At the first. My free hand slips into my bra and pinches my nipple, causing me to gasp.I stand then, hiking my skirt all the way up. I slowly slip my panties down over my hips and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them I look at you, you're leaning forward, watching intently.I sit back down and lean back. My fingers move to my wet slit, sliding along it, I spread my wetness to my clit, spreading my thighs more. I moan. My fingers feel so good there. I rub faster, arching my back. I lean my head. " She muttered as made her way to the kitchen.Mr. Groves was knocking impatiently for the second time, and again Debbie hesitated before reaching up to slide the bolt back."What took you so long?" he grumbled irritably as he stepped through the door."I was just changing my clothes." She told him as she closed the door again.As she stepped back she noticed the little bag in Mr. Groves' hand. She licked he lips as she felt a thrill of anticipation rush through her. What would he do to her. I was confrontational, while she avoided it at all costs.The more I considered Gwen and me, the more revelations exploded inside my head. She always let me decide what we did when we went out; she never disagreed with me, even when she clearly didn’t agree with me; she always listened to my advice on fashion, make-up, etc.; she began wearing stockings after I suggested that they were sexy (now she always wears them).As I considered our brief intimate encounters another eye-opener emerged. I was.