She called two weeks later, asking if she could come out again. I jumped at the chance. The following Friday, her car pulled up to the house at aroun... 5 PM. The July skies were still bright, but I could see a thunderstorm gathering slowly on the horizon.I stepped out to greet her, my heart pounding nervously. Would we pick up where we left off, or were things going to be awkward? Expecting only Kate, I was taken aback as I watched her park the car. She’d arrived with company.Shit, I. Taking one end of the towel, she began quite gently to wipe my face and hair; the other end was given to Roberta, who used it to rub my shoulders and upper back. Julia started working downwards, drying my neck and shoulders, and then the towel began to caress my breasts, circling around them and rubbing over the nipples, first downwards and then upwards. They responded rapidly, enlarging and stiffening, and sending novel sensations through my body. I voiced a weak protest: ‘No ... you. "Oh, nothing special today" he said, "just a little show from you and then we will talk about your Mother". Peter sat in the single chair in the corner of his room, lit a cigarette and then told me to undress. I asked him what he wanted me to take off and he said that it was to be everything today. I removed my shirt and shoes and then unbuckled my belt and removed my pants. Having done so I stood quietly, hoping he would not demand I remove all my clothes, although he had already said. She said as we continued sexting.I was drawing my juice oozing from the tip all over my cock. Making it wet and slippery as we reached the climax of sexting. I was getting so horny that I told her I would love to show her my cock.She initially ignored it but later said we could not send pictures on Tinder. On that, I told her maybe we could talk somewhere else. She hesitated at first, but I managed to convince her to connect on snapchat.She didn’t have snapchat. So I told her to make a fake.