She'd come home and shed her winter coat, her scarf, her hat. She'd sweat through her tank top and would peel it off in the doorway while I watched. I...would wait for her in the living room. Pretty quickly, she stopped wearing her bra. I would play at averting my eyes but twice, I caught her watching me look. Then she'd toss her dirty shirt into her room and step into the shower.I'd hear the water hiss on, knowing it was running down her skin and wrapping her in a glistening cloak. She was so. The thought of Brian watching turned me on, Kendra was definately keeping me occupied by playing with my pussy. Brian stood there watching Pauls dick slowly disappearing in my ass, Brian told me to push down alittle, when I did Paul slid further in. Brian told me another inch or so, then he will be in, to push down again. I did, then I heard Paul say he was in. Brian came back an sit beside me, told me Paul was going to start moving in and out of my bottom, to just stayed relaxed and shut my. "Join me," she whispered."Huh?" I asked.She raised her blanket up and patted a spot for me. I kicked my flip flops off and laid on my side in front of her. She threw the cover over both of us, including over our heads. She scooted close to my backside and rested an arm over my waist. It felt inappropriate and wrong, but I didn't say anything. In a weird way, my body was excited."I hate boys," she cried."Sometimes I do, too," I replied. "But you shouldn't waste your tears on him. I mean, you. I think I know the answer to this one, but are you really sore afterwards? And if you’re with a guy, or a girl with a dildo, do you have sex right after it or are you pretty much done?I can only speak for myself, but I’m usually pretty much done. It’s an amazing orgasm. If you went out for a five-course meal, finished your crème brûlée with a beautiful glass of 200-year-old port, would you go to McDonald's afterward?I guess I wouldn’t.There you go.Are you sore afterward?Me? No, generally not..