We stopped. The hands and arms still held you. But now new hands groped you. Your breasts were touched, your body stroked, your legs massaged, your as... touched and squeezed. You felt new lube being applied to your body, into your pussy, running down the crack of your sexy ass, over your breasts.Then you felt all the hands picking you up. We placed you onto a ... platform? It was padded, but not soft like a bed. Hands were all over you. You couldn't keep track. It seemed like every part of you. When a girl is crying against you, you of course want to touch her! Especially if there are three of them! Besides, I was so used to petting them I might need to take up smoking just so that I could keep my hands occupied.“I know you are, and hopefully you’ll learn not to mess with things you don’t understand.”They hugged me even tighter, rubbing their heads against my legs. Crap, this was too much. I had to do something for them.“So, you really liked using the computer?” They all looked up for. Niche ane ke baad makaan ke piche ke pakke hisse ke safai dhulai karne ke baad to pura makaan ki chamak dekhate hi banti thi.Ghar ke pichhe barande me kapde dhone ke liye pakka hoz bana tha, jisme ki pani bharkar arraam se chote swimming pool ya mano bade se bath tub ka mazzaa luta ja sakta tha,jiji boli ki hum safai se itne nahi thake jitne ki dhoop aur garmi ke karan pareshaan ho gaye hai, pura badan pasine se chip chipa raha hai, aisa karte hai ki is hoj me pani bharkar thande pani se nahate. Stop right there. We got you up to bed and both decided I should leave. I fucking went downstairs, took my makeup off, changed, and left. I never even saw Pete again that night and certainly never wanted to fuck him.”“If that’s true, then come over here and fuck me. I’m fucking serious.”As conflicted as I was about my sexuality, I was one hundred percent certain I was going to fuck Missy right then and there. I could feel my cock getting hard as I walked toward Missy, taking off my shirt. Her.