The French Connection was new in town, so we decided we would see it. Having a lot to do that afternoon, I excused myself and headed home, with plans ...f returning in a couple of hours.I had just gotten inside my apartment when the phone rang. It was Vicki, wanting to talk to me, but didn't want to talk over the phone. We made plans to meet at the Dairy Q in a few minuites.She was still wearing those killer white shorts. sitting across from me, she continued to give me the beaver of all beavers. Phil didn’t seem interested, in fact he had hardly touched my boobs but I was now so confident that everything would change, that I suddenly realised that I was sexually aroused. Touching my moist pussy sent a sudden ‘tingle’ through my body, running my index finger along my pussy; I slowly began to gently separate my labia. Mmmmmmmmmm my clitty was sending all the naughty signals to my brain, to such a point I wasn’t content with one, let alone two fingers, I simply forced three fingers into. Red hesitated only a moment and then dived in and started eating her, and I heard her moan with pleasure at the taste of sweet pure young flesh! I pounded the older girl hard and watched all the sweet baby lesbian action... and came harder than I had in days!The three little girls all clamored to get a taste of red's cum-filled pussy, and though she looked at me in disbelief she rolled over and spread her legs for them, and I watched from the other side of the bed as first Donna and then Angie. She let out her plan to have sex with her boyfriend, even though she didn't want to get that personal with her, and felt that sex wasn't something you talk about. It was a sin. Well, at least that's what her mother said. She was more afraid of having sex than upsetting God. She was told the first time you have sex it was painful but after breaking your hymen it will become wonderful. When her friend explained how it had gone for her, she lost some fear that held her back and was looking forward.