Ricky looked at me inquiringly, with a raised eyebrow. I nodded, even without knowing exactly what he intended. At my nod, Ricky grinned confidently a... me, like he knew that would be my answer. Then his caresses ventured up Jen's legs, up her shapely calves. Jen still had her eyes closed, but she was definitely breathing harder. His fingertips lightly drew circles behind her knees and she gave a shudder. I followed Jen's legs from her knees to her feet. Her feet rested on his crotch, on the. Usually we have long slow sessions offoreplay. A half hour, an hour, and the actual event is usually a goodtwenty minutes or more of sensual thrusts and writhing. But this time I could hardly contain myself for even a fewseconds! Becky's messed up dark brown hair, the wild look in her eyes,her nasty smile, the smell of sex exuding from her, her uncharacteris-tic aggressiveness. And then she topped it all off by saying "Honey,you want me to describe the sensations I felt having . "Do you have any toys?" Toys?" You know vibrators and dildos; that kind of thing." Sorry, I don't."She walked away. "I understand," she said sadly.I loaded the bowls, glasses and spoons in the dishwasher. As I was finishing, I heard Trinket moaning. Obviously, she was masturbating.Her cries and moans were so full of lust and desire, I was drawn to them. Without realizing it, I was standing in the doorway to Trinket's room. The door was wide open. The nymphet was kneeling on her bed with her. The apartment is open concept so the living room is directly in front of the kitchen. It has the same cream colored walls as the kitchen, a blue couch facing away from the entrance door and a flat screen TV mounted on the wall. Small wooden end tables are at the ends of the couch and a matching book shelf is tucked into the back corner. To the left of the living room and kitchen is a small hallway that leads to a small storage room, my bedroom, and the bathroom. After putting my now empty.