And with a quick tug she stripped his boxers off his hips. Her fingers ran down his thighs her nails scraping the hard muscles making him tense and gr...an. He panted heavily, this was insane torture. He certainly didn’t know what he was getting himself into here but all he knew right now was that later on when they had more time he was going to get his revenge for this torture that she was unleashing on him. He gasped and arched off the bed as he nails ran under his knees. Not being able to see. Mom, I was so close to cumming … so … I guess I said yes if he would fuck me and make me cum …”Jean rolled her eyes. “You are such a slut.” Abby looked down sheepishly. “So, how are we going to open up our asses for them? God, it’ll be like put a fence post up our ass.”Abby looked up with little girl eyes, “I figured you’d think of something.” Jean rolled her eyes, again, then sat down at her desk.Not long after, the front door opened and the sounds of the road outside tumbled in. Jean glanced. However, the bra proved to be a total pain. I had to struggle with it for several minutes before I finally figured out the trick and got it snapped. "How can women stand these things?" I had to ask myself. Putting the shirt on was no problem, though I felt a little embarrassed at the way my tits stuck out in the front, but had to admit anyway that it would look good on Vicki. On me. Then I turned towards the pantyhose and skirt with a groan then grabbed the same shoes that Vicki had left me. Peg was distant and not her usual chatty self this night, I wondered if it was because Rodger wasn’t there, but didn’t ask As soon as we locked up, I knew why, Rodger was picking her up. He was waiting for her in a borrowed car, and was going to drive her home. They had planned to be alone. I offered to walk home, but they both said no, we’ll drive you. She climbed in first, and slid close to allow room for me to sit in front with them. Almost the minute we got in, he had his hand in her lap,.