I knew better than to ask, but Tracy didn't."What?" Tracy asked."Dear, your blouse is buttoned wrong, and it's obvious you lost your bra. David forgot...to zip his pants, and his hair is a mess. Do I need to spell it out?" Mom asked.Tracy and I both blushed.I was surprised when Mom just let it go. She used to torment Greg and me. I just chalked it up as she was not upset about the turn of events. Tracy and I ate quickly, and then went back to the apartment. I wanted to talk about what had just. "Maybe it's time we..." she started, "stripped?" I interrupted, gladly. We both laughed, a little nervous but willing. "OK, but together?" she asked and I agreed. Slowly and tentatively we took off our tops down to our bras, checking each other out. She was a little earlier than me in growing her rather gorgeous boobs, something I'd told her I liked previously. Again watching each other, off came our shoes and skirts. "Ready?" she asked, her hands reaching behind her to her bra clip - I could. I was very much looking forward to this being over. Sakura straddled the bench behind me and lined up the dildo with my asshole. She pushed gently and then harder. My natural reaction was to clamp my sphincter shut. "Give me a second, ma'am," I begged, "let me try to relax." I let go of all the tension as best I could. "Okay." She resumed her conquest of my ass, and I resigned myself to my fate. As she pushed I concentrated on relaxing the muscle and the shaft slid into my ass. It was. He knew his cock was rock-hard and wet inside in shorts. The women could feel what effect they were having on each other, and they both looked at the man and studied his features quickly and decisively. They could see his hard-on, which was impressive and produced a significantly large bulge in his shorts; he had a good torso, not overly muscular nor overly flabby, kind of nicely attractive and sexy. Becky was very into the woman and they started kissing softly, at first a little nervously, but.