“Which of us is Cinnamon?” they asked in unison.I heard them, but didn’t respond. I was busy taking in their perfectly rounded rear ends, their ...mooth skin, and their gorgeous red hair.“Cinnamon is the one on the right again,” I replied.“How did you know?” Asked Cinnamon.I thought for a while about how I might get them to turn around and face me without giving everything away.“Cinnamon your hair is longer and slightly lighter than Candy’s,” I replied.“Step out and come back in when we call. Whether it was my closeness or some smell from my breasts, or for some reason I didn't understand, Roger had an erection. It was indeed smaller than the one next door but, because it was Roger's, it seemed to disgust me more. "He should be able to control himself," I reasoned, "Whereas you can't expect that from natives who are used to getting their wicked way with women." My experience with men at that time was such that I argued, "He's the one still crying and yet I am the one who is going to. It was well worth the unsettling though, as she reached for the doorknob and moaned into the hot fire of Randall's wet mouth. As soon as the door swung open, Jen felt herself being turned and pressed even harder against it as it slammed shut. She tilted her head to the side as Randall kissed her neck. The heat of his lips on her sensitive skin there sent tingles rushing through her whole body. The tingles got even stronger when she felt Randall’s hand slide up under her dress. In an intense. .." Randall prompted. Jeezus, she could be slow... Even distracted, Randall had worked this one in his head in a few seconds. Randall wasn't good at multi-processing, but he could do the math, worry about whether he liked the feel of her fleshy shoulder, and still have available processor time -- not to mention wonder if she'd picked up on his hard-on when she nudged it with her shoulder, and, if so, what she was going to do about it."Ummm..." Back to chemistry; Peggy put her mind back on the.