This was a power play between them, and neither of them wanted to back down – or at least it was at that point. Jillian and I kept at our dry humpin... with our movements becoming more pronounced as the minutes ticked by. And not many did before Jillian reached down between us and unbuttoned my shorts. Cara had seen it. The movement of Jillian’s hand from my hip to my button was not a subtle one – we had pretty much given up on being subtle. The resulting muffled ‘pop’ as my shorts came undone. Crawling up the bed, I placed my arm reassuringly over her rapidly rising and falling chest. Her mouth hung open and she panted rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. To my surprise, she started to cry and I took her fully into my arms to comfort her."It's okay." I soothed."No, it's not. It's not okay." What's the matter?" I asked. Here we go, I thought.It appeared that her internal conflict prevented any form of confession and I didn't try to force the issue. There was no doubt that. This was an orgasm that was much needed. As things slowed down and I came down from my high, I realized that Kerry hadnt let her eyes break contact with mine. I looked at her, a bit short of breath, and saw her smile. Her braces gleamed in the sunlight peeking through the window and she leaned her head over to my face. Kerry planted a kiss right on my cheek and laid her head on my chest. The next words that I would say or that she would say to break the silence would be vital. They would define. This was insane she screamed to herself rolling over onto her back again, glaring up at the ceiling. She sighed in frustration, then reached for the nightstand. It was a tall table with a little cupboard underneath, she tugged it open and pulled out her box of tricks and a tube of her favorite lube.Jasmine had tried to resist using the toys, only because they weren’t satisfying enough during these times. Still with a few drops of the clear oil on her hands Jasmine slipped into the rythem,.