She reached for his head.He cupped her ass cheeks and spread her legs even wider. He put his pillow under her ass so now he could tease both her pussy...and her rosebud.“Please," her muffled moans barely audible as her hips rolled upwards.Greg continued to kiss, lick and finger her pussy and her rosebud, purposely avoiding her clit. Sandy’s juices were flowing down her ass crack. The bedroom smelled of sex. Her squirming got more and more intense. Every time that he felt she was about to cum, he. And oh, yes, that pain ... all seemed to swirl together in my head.Now, I thought, my summer was COMPLETELY ruined.It was well past midnight by the time we got home, but I got very little sleep that night. The painkillers only dulled the pain and the cast on my leg was heavy and unfamiliar. Between all that and Mom coming in to check on me every couple of hours, the best I could do was doze off for a few minutes at a time. What little sleep I did get was filled with dreams of flying bicycles. He let go just as his fingers were about to touch my lips. He said, "chew it, suck that cum out, that other taste is Judy's cunt, you can taste her pussy can't you Aunt Linda?" I was going crazy trying to hump myself into a climax as this little son-of-a-bitch was talking. I moved my hand to grab hold of the rubber cock in my pants when Bart slapped it away and said "If you get off you have to do it on your own with out your hands."All this time I was laying on my side facing him as he talked.. I stood up and gave the signal to my friends. They had already approved of my decision, now it was up to me. It was more courtesy, just to let them know that I was making my move.For most, it did not take much. But these guys were not mindless, and definitely made me work. Alex, the one I spotted, was a gentleman. Stood up to introduce himself, offered me a seat as well as a drink. I countered and invited him over to our table. I could tell his friends were eager, but he played it cool..