She knew that she had been sheltered from the harsh realities of the real world, and she was not unappreciative or ungrateful: but she had grown up wi...h the mantra ‘With privilege comes responsibility’; and now she was ready to do her duty ... but all she wanted first was a little freedom: her own little cache of memories to draw on in the years ahead of unceasing obeisance towards conformity!At about three a.m. she got out of bed and quickly dressed: and from the place that she thought it most. .. you know... does he last longer... can he do it more times?" Oh, please David. Don't! I can't! Don't do this to me... please!" Talk to me, Jill. I need to understand. I want to understand... why it happened!" I pleaded.And yet another moment of silence."He was... thicker. That's all. It felt different. He's young. He could last longer than I could." she confessed haltingly."Was it better?" No... just different. We did... different things." Did you have oral sex?" Yes." she replied quietly. "Put your fingers in me. In my ass, please." The part of me that was still fighting the lust was disgusted at the whimpering sound of my voice as much as the actual words. But I couldn't help it. The teasing was driving me nuts. Without warning he slid two fingers full up my ass."Ow . . . oooh . . . mmmmm." The quick jolt of pain disappeared almost immediately, replaced by a pleasurable sensation. "Ah! Yesss . . . mmmm," I mumbled and moaned, dropping down on my hands and knees, as he finger. She moved her lips to Todd's neck, and opened her eyes to look at the back seat. Her eyes moved over Brice's open jeans and his soft cock, still glistening from his earlier release. She glanced at Sheila, noticing her friend's smile and wink, just before she licked her lips and put her finger against Brice's wet cock. Abby left Todd's neck for only a brief moment, to lick the wet finger that Sheila offered her, then turned her attention back to Todd's body. Closing her eyes, Abby felt her pussy.