I love you,Sara too.”Becka turned and left. I locked the door behind her.Sara went into the bathroom when we got to my placewithout saying a wor.... She was a good kid. Kid hell, at15 she looked like a grown woman, standing 5’5″ in herbare feet and D cup breasts bursting from her chest.I had picked her up from home and brought her to myplace as a favor to her mother, Becka, whom I wassleeping with on a regular basis. “Regular” meaning atleast every other weekend and. Fay just arched her back a little.Lifting their dresses as he moved his hands, Mark kept stroking them from their bare hips, down the outside of their thighs, and back up the inside, tracing a path over their firm bottoms with his fingers but avoiding contact with their pussies. He tried to mirror the motions of his hands on each girl and was somewhat successful at it. Before long both of them were pushing back against his hands, trying to get more contact. Fay was now facing forward, but. They all chatted then Wendy and Mark ended up sharing a bottle of Californian wine, chatting about things in general, looked over to see Cheryl and Jenny having a cuddle! " Last time we thrashed them, I suppose they are trying to wind us up again!" said Wendy, " No, leave them be, it saves us, lets us talk they can keep themselves occupied!" repied Mark. Wendy said.." Last time, we whipped them, then you spanked celia , sent her back to work, then whipped me briefly while I was licking them!. So many guys would have minimized how you felt, but it sounds like he was very supportive." She squeezed my hands, "He was, he really was." She got up and refilled our wine; I think she was just gathering herself. She sat back down and took my hands in hers. "I didn't think much about it the rest of the day, but when it came time to leave, I became frightened again. But, nothing happened in the garage and when I got home Daddy was waiting and he had changed the door handles and locks. He even.