I slid my hand between us to play with my clit for a few minutes. You must have sensed how wet I was getting and nearing orgasm and you pulled my hand...away forcibly and held them both down. I grunted loudly and you charged ahead. Full energy, each breath orgasmic, every second dripping with sensation, the walls pulsed with the reverberations of what you did to me that day. I was steaming hot, your energy bubbles bursting inside me. Only the pot knows how hot the soup is! I screamed your name. "You've kinda given me a little vibe about that ever since you picked us up."I tried to shrug nonchalantly, then said "You're both gorgeous, pregnant or not - but yes, I'm curious what being with a pregnant girl is like."Jessica smirked. "So what you're saying is," she drew out, "you wouldn't mind taking care of our needs this afternoon?"I spluttered out my drink. This was it: the moment where I was doomed to screw up. I nervously answered, "Well, I know neither of you will get pregnant."Both. When she is horny they swell and each fills my lips with their juiciness. My tongue traces them, and their partners, the labia minor. Her clit, erect by this time, begging attention. Lick it, suck it nibble on it whatever gets a shiver from her, or a moan. Her hands grasp my head as I press my face into her hot, wet pussy. My tongue drives home tasting her wetness on the outside dipping inside, pushing, exploring. Now my tongue moves to her clit while my fingers push inside her pussy. Maybe a. After a long night of poker my dad passed out on the couch and Mike helped my clean up. While we were doing that he kept on pinning me against the sink or the table and rubbing his crotch against my ass. When i told him to stop he got mad and slapped me. "Tammy your nothing but a little cockteasing piece of white trash." mike yelled at meI was very shocked cause he never yelled at em and allways took my side in anything i said. "Why are you mad at me Mike?" i asked him as i looked up.