"Now get me fully hard again". I got on my knees and sucked him till he pulled me up. He gave me a towel and we walked back into the bedroom. Before I...was fully done drying myself off, his finger was tracing my pussy again. He pressed himself behind and said "that's still really wet..fuck yourself with my cock". I bent over and slid his cock inside me, I moved myself slowly up and down his cock and I guess that's not how he wanted it. He pushed me further down by my neck and began ramming his. Looking up at me, he pulled down my panties and let me step out of them. After a long sniff, they went in his shirt pocket. I pulled up my dress skirts and straddled him. My first small orgasm came before he had penetrated my folds.Not for the first time, I was glad I had Siobhan for a sister. She and Christine had long IM talks on a range of subjects. One thing they discussed at length was Christine's version of Latte, which has nothing to do with coffee. The other night, Siobhan's scholarly. As George slowly withdrew the double-ended dong, he proclaimed, "Oh, about twelve inches, I'd say."When it was removed entirely, I felt empty but satisfied. For a while, we all just lay there on the bed cuddled up. There was some three-way kissing and quite a bit of caressing. The sun began to hang low, and our bellies began to grumble. I remembered the steaks and offered, "Would you two like to stay for dinner? I have some steaks and potatoes in the fridge, just waiting to be cooked. To be. . ' But she knew that wasn't to be.A tear slid, unfelt, unnoticed down her cheek."Miss MacLean? Are you quite alright? Are you troubled?"Megan stood and ran to the ladies rest room. She locked herself in a stall and cried, her tears now unchecked, her throat painfully tight as she tried to stifle her tears.There was a tentative tap on the door. A soft Scottish voice was again asking, "Miss MacLean, please, can I help you? After all, we are both MacLean."Megan savagely pulled sheets from the.