“I just want to see if you're as good as I remember,” he said. “Soft and wet and tight and wild as a tiger in heat.” “I should leave now,”...I said. “The Holman girls have the best pussies I ever had,” he said. “Thank you, on behalf of myself and the other Holman girl, the one you're going to marry.” “It's only ten,” he said. “I can't go all night and all day tomorrow. I need some of that sweet Holman pussy.” “Call Denise,” I suggested. “Can't,” he said. “Denise is in for the night, or out for. I tried to confront them but both said they didn't want to have my parents overhear us talking. Later that day, as we drove home, Sharon didn't want to talk because the k**s were in the backseat, and would be able to hear us. By the time we got home, I needed to sleep a couple hours prior to going to work. There was always something that kept us from talking about what had happened that night, but she insisted that I had been mistaken about what I had thought I had seen. She told me that there. I held on until I couldn’t.My own urges satisfied, I could devote my full attention to Chloé’s torture. I repositioned my knees slightly so I was both resting lightly on her chest – carefully ensuring I only pressed enough weight upon her so she would be immobilised, but not uncomfortable – and pinning her arms by her sides. Grabbing her buttocks, I raised her by the hips, forcing her body to remain completely still as I held her. It wasn’t the most comfortable position for me to be in, but I. One of Sharon's hands slid up between them and cupped Danny's crotch through his jeans, the hard protuberance of his erection pressing into her palm.Sharon pulled away a little. "You've got an erection?" she murmured in surprise. She was grinning slightly, a twinkle in her eye.Danny shrugged helplessly. "Is he still watching?" he asked her, trying to change the topic.Sharon glanced sideways and nodded. "Keep pretending," she told him, her hand sliding almost grudgingly back between Danny's legs.