I ran to the door, opened it and there he was, "Oh hi Jen,IM here to get your brother", "oh ok come in and wait ill get him", I was shaking, he stared...right at my chest he finally noticed me, and off they went to the practice. The time had never gone so slow,finally I head them come in , OK Billy see you next thursday, I ran to the door with my Jacket "oh Jim could you please drive me to the store its freezing out", "sure Jen I have time" "thank you" so much I jumped in his truck and off we. ”“I know, and you’re right. But maybe I can keep it restricted to other times.”“Like when? When would you kiss her otherwise? It’s not like we could do another swap, I’m not kissing Keith!” I jokingly stated. Joking, but also the truth.She softly said “Like that night a while back, when you two played with us,”I raised my eyebrow, then got it. “The night we both fingered you two, and you kissed and held hands?”“Yeah, even that time I was tempted to kiss her, but scared. So instead I kissed her. Stroking it gently, like Amanda did. My hand moves down to her pussy and I’m amazed at how wet and inflamed her pussy lips are. I slip a finger inside, then another. It’s tight, and I’m sure I can feel the remnants of her hymen as I push both fingers inside. I hook them up and start sliding them in and out, making sure I contact her clitoris with every movement. She pulls at my cock as I pump her vagina (Taking my tips from the awesome video on Pornhub where that guy massages his girlfriend. I was glad that Karen and I had kept control with her parents for this event. My mother meant well but still thought people would, and should, see everything she did. She and my dad hadn't gone to Uncle Billy's by themselves as yet. Marianne or I were the driving force for their visits.Dad was wholeheartedly on board with what Karen and I were doing and didn't attempt to meddle in our plans. I knew that he had talked with my mom a few times, too. Irene had come around even better but was shy.