She figured it had to be his, the guy from last night. Why am I on the couch, she thought, and not in his bed? She laid there trying to decide if she...felt any wetness between her legs. She couldn’t. She glanced around to make sure no one was watching, reached under her dress and felt between her legs. Her panties were still on. She didn’t feel any cum leaking from her pussy. This was strange, she thought. She rolled her tongue around in her mouth to see if she could taste any cum in her. However, I no longer concerned myself with it. It may be a little uncomfortable, but I was no longer embarrassed by it. At least I kept mine covered.I could not get over how friendly these people were. Of course, I didn’t make it any secret that I liked hanging with Amista. Over the week and a half, we had become what I would call friends, and I stayed close to her. My mom had wandered off to mingle with old friends.I watched couples flirt and leave holding hands. As the night wore on, couples. "Mmm, Baby. You are so beautiful. So sexy," I admired, for the camera.Heather's breathing became panting, when CJ brought her to orgasm on his mouth. I watched and heard her writhe and moan. Then Heather thrust her hips up and wrapped her legs around CJ, keeping his face buried in my little girl's pussy.After a few twitches and panting breaths, Heather commanded, "My turn. Lay down. This way." Heather turned in the bed, so CJ's head would be towards the camera, her face looking directly at. Lucy rejoined me in the bedroom and gave me a wonderful thirty-minute massage, chatting to me the whole time and explaining what she was doing. I was looking at the floor through the hole in the headrest, catching the occasional glimpse of her very shapely legs, which was having an effect on my cock, which had started to stir.When it was time to turn over to have my front massaged I was slightly embarrassed as I had a huge bulge that could not be missed. I apologized for my predicament. Lucy,.