Jenny and Carla walked in, both wearing only towels. Carla's towel was so short that it barely covered her ass. As Jenny let the door close behind her... I could see her looking my mother up and down, then smiling. "Oh, I'm sorry," Mom said, then glanced at me. "We should really get going now, honey." I was about to agree and hustle us both out of there, but Jenny spoke up first. "Oh, don't go," she said, all sweetness and light. "You must stay -- for a few minutes, at least." She extended. I try thrusting, but his hips ride with me, denying me any sensation other than the smacking of the straps. When my weak, unsatisfying, frustrating orgasm subsides, he starts stroking into me, careful not to stimulate my clit. I feel another orgasm start to build just as he comes. I think the feel of his cum splashing into me and the sound of his release might be enough to get me over, but he finishes and pulls out just before my tipping point. My cunt wants, but there is nothing there to. All i wanted to do was get past him to my bedroom to cover up , as i ran past him all i could think about was "he called me miss he thinks i,m a girl". as the door to my bedroom closed i leaned back against it and waited until my heart had calmed down.the guy came to the door and call through it telling me how sorry he was and he would call and come back .i waited a couple of seconds and called back trying to sound as feminine as possible that its ok , he just needed to hand on a second and. She smelled so good and it felt wonderful to feel her pressed against me. We kissed, hesitantly at first, with Sandy clearly in charge of the evening. Her tongue probed my mouth and our hands caressed each other’s cheeks. I was smitten!We continued to make out like high school girls, kissing and giggling. It was then that I felt Sandy’s hand slide down my neck and began unbuttoning my blouse. I was scared, as I had not been honest with her about my boy part, which was now quite erect under my.