Jason could do nothing as his erection jumped to life, and would have gasped if he could when the second finger entered him, both hitting his prostate... He could feel no pain, but the pleasure was almost unbearable: a torture of unimaginable proportions. So focused was he on his own struggles, that he didn’t notice when every one of them finished undressing, until the women put their fingers in his open mouth and used the spit as lubricant for wanking him off. The fact that his saliva was. "Mr. William, I do not think my sonshould go up into your quarters. Paul is only fifteen years old. He is achild."I got mad. "Mom, I'm not a baby. I'm okay. I can take care of myself." Iwas getting embarrassed over this whole conversation. I mean, what wasthe big deal?In the meantime, William had turned me around and still holding myshoulder was steering me out the kitchen door and around to the garages.William's suite was above the garage. I'd never been in there before.As we walked up the. Sandy stood up, stepped out of her panties, and walked over to me. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my lips slowly, rubbing her naked breasts against me, my hard penis pressed between our bodies."Did you have fun last night?" she asked rhetorically.I moaned in response and kissed her back, reaching down to grab her ass and pulling her body tightly to me."Wait," she said and turned and locked both doors to the bathroom. "I don't think we want an audience this time."I guess I shouldn't. It was a day I had looked forward to ever since I was a little girl. Today is my wedding day and to tell you that I am excited is an understatement. I could sleep hardly at all last night. Sandy (my maid of honor) and I talked till early in the morning about our lives. We spoke about our c***dhoods as well as how we learned about life.I had once dated her brother Terry, and I grew to like Sandy over the years. Even when Terry and I broke up two years ago, Sandy and I stayed close. I am not.