The soft material feels so comforting against my bare pussy that I already want to touch. But I refuse.I read the story in great depth, allowing mysel... to get lost in the story line. I get wet as the characters in the story become aroused, and as her pussy is stretched in the story, I swear I can feel mine stretch around a large cock as well. By the time I get to the end of the story I can no longer take it. My breathing is deep and ragged, my nipples are hard as rocks beneath my tshirt, and I. I asked her if we should really take them and she just said “Honey, relax!” and shook her hair in a provocative manner and gave them a little wave. They obviously took it as an invitation to come over and 3 of them were sat at our table in a blink of an eye. I was silent for most of the time and when they suggested for us to come over to their place (I was wondering if they all lived together in a big bachelor pad or if one of them was providing the entertainment and they took it in turns) I. Jensen.” There was another pause as she listened. “No, I do not think there has been a misunderstanding, Mrs. Jensen. I know my Johanna, she is the most sensible girl in the world. She would never get mixed up about something like this.” She paused to listen again. When she went on, her voice rose and her French accent grew even thicker. “I’m afraid your son is a lying cad. The less my daughter sees of ’im, the better.”She slammed the phone down. Little points of red showed in her cheeks, a. They are kind of hard to take the eyes off." The girls actually laughed."Got you on that one, Dawn," the lighter brown-haired coed said."Yeah. I'll give you a pass on that. They are pretty bright," Dawn said to me. She actually smiled."Bright?" I said. "Oh. The color. I was actually admiring the shape." I slipped past them and found a seat. They followed right behind me and sat down on either side of me."What would your girlfriend say about you staring at the butts of two other girls?" Dawn.