Anita took her tight yoga pants off and I found she was not wearing a thong.I saw the crotch of those yoga pants was stained with her own juices. She ...as very wet. While I kept kissing her neck and fondling her tits under her shirt, Ana spread a bit more her feet, to give me an easier access to her dripping wet cunt.I put one hand down and my fingers soon swirled around her swollen clit. This was really getting her worked up, as her nipples became very hard. Ana suddenly escaped from my arms. “No he wanted to join in.”“Tom?” I gasped. “I never thought he was that way inclined.”“Oh get real,” she disparaged. “All men are. But Susan was having none of it and he got the hump on.”“Sir – sir – Susan?” I stammered.“Susan Trent,” She amplified. “You remember her?”My head was reeling, of course I knew Susan Trent, she had been one of the gang when the boys were doing their – well whatever it was they did when they were all at Collingwood. “But she is married!” I objected.Carol threw her. Her lips were a pale pink and pouty. She went to an all-girls private school where she made good grades and wore a uniform every day, tartan skirt, stockings, patent leather shoes, blouse, school tie and blazer. She was a quiet girl, always in her own head and found herself stifled for conversation in social situations. Clara had been attending a Catholic church with her parents from a young age. She was an only child which had always seemed most unusual in the Catholic Church. She had often. "Damn!" she exclaimed, grasping the base of it tenderly. Her other hand grasped my cock above the first. "I'm going to need three hands to handle this monster!" She slowly began to stroke up and down, mesmerized by the size and length. A drop of precum was forming at the tip. I watched in a trance as her pink tongue slowly emerged from her mouth. She pulled my meat downward and licked the very tip. I groaned loudly, silently begging for more. Her eyes lit up as she looked up at me. "Could you.