He helped me pull his cock out.When it was released from the confines of his pants and undies, it flopped out pleading to be touched.I wrapped a hand ...round it and began to stroke it, up and down.“Oh yeah, keep going,” he whispered to me.He swung an arm and motioned me, to get on my knees and in front of him.The concrete floor hurt my knees, so I took my tank top off and used it as a rug.He now put his hands on my shoulders.“Be a good girl now and make me cum properly,” I looked him in the eyes. You see Katrina wasn't just her sister but she was her identical twin sister. People always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would dress them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own tastes, nobody who knew them at all confused them. Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show enough damn cleavage that she should be sent home from school. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the. Then said if I wasn't interested it was fine and nothing more would be said. I ask a few more questions. And he told me if I wanted to fuck his wife and not tell my wife that would be fine.But I shut that down right away and asked again if his wife knew about this. He finally confessed he had taken a few of our pictures home at lunchtime for her to see. And that she begged him to set up a threesome for her with us or at least try and get me to fuck her. And apparently, he tried to give her what. .. something that made the world feel right. He stepped behind her, reaching around to cup her breasts and press his erection into her buttocks, which were jutted out as she leaned forward to peer through the peep holes.“What are you doing?“ she hissed.“I don’t want to watch them,” he said. “I’d rather do this to you.”His hands slid to her waist and up under her shirt to her own unfettered breasts, feeling for and squeezing her nipples slightly.“Not here,” she moaned. “Not now.”She was trying.