"I know the feeling." Can you run these through the washer real quick and then dry them without your parents waking up?"Our washing machine was in the...garage and could not be heard from inside the house. "Sure." I told her.She nodded, standing up. "No time to lose." She headed for the bathroom, closing the door behind her. A few minutes later she emerged once more, wrapped in a white towel. She had the pile of laundry in her hands. She explained the basic instructions on how the clothes were to. Something I saw in a porn movie. I see off to the side Debbie sitting there watching and rubbing herself. I was enjoying sucking the cock but what turned me on the most was that my girlfriend was there with me. Then it happened, I felt Jose rubbing on my ass. At first I just kept going, but then he made his way down to my hole and started playing with it. It felt good and I was enjoying this new feeling but I was not interested in ass play. Or so I thought. Jose then bends down and starts to. There were no more drones.I collected Margo again, and we headed back to the master bedroom. As we went by the door of the guest room, I glanced in.Elsa’s friend Pam was in a wild fuck session with Ryan and Mike. Ryan was fucking her missionary style as Mike fed her his long schlong from a kneeling position near her head. She was making very happy sounds. A closer examination revealed that she already had at least one load of cum in her cunt that Ryan what squashing around as he fucked her –. Had your finger in me, I felt that ‘fireworks explosion’ again, but it was stronger than when I do it. Dumb question probably, but why?”.“Phew! Well, when you’re fingering yourself, a part of you can anticipate what’s going to happen next. But when it’s someone else, there’s a delicious sense of the unknown that comes into it. You can’t predict, or anticipate, or even guess what they’ll do next. That anticipation just makes it more intense. It’s the same for me. If I stroke my cock, I pretty.