Jim chuckled as he dropped from view.I was sitting slouched, just the way Carla left me, feeling my strength return. We looked at each other for seve...al quiet moments. She nodded at my cock, still stiff, if not full-on hard. “Looks like you’re not yet satisfied.”In appreciation, it bobbed. “Not sure. I need to test it out,” I quipped, meaning nothing specific.Without hesitation, Carla pulled off her shorts, followed by her panties. She turned in her seat, propping her left leg up against. While I rubbed her clit through the slip I let my left index finger run up and down across her vaginal lips. I picked up the pace more. Her breaths were staring to get very short. I inserted my index finger inside of her wet pussy and starred to rub the top of her pussy about an inch or two inside of her. I was now rubbing both her clit and g-spot rapidly. This pushed her over the edge and she began to cum in waves. At the end of each wave I would slow down the pace a little to let her ride. Patty, as usual, looked thrown together: a man's shirt not quite tucked into a wrinkled plaid skirt; bobby sox falling down around her ankles and saddle shoes that had seen better days. Cathy, on the other hand, wore a well-pressed green blouse and a brown skirt with pleats so sharp they could slice bread. She was barefoot as she curled up on the bed; a pair of tan loafers stood neatly underneath her nightstand.Cathy was always the serious one of the pair, but Patty thought she looked more glum. (I later learned that he was the forty-something owner of a clothes shop in the local mall and that she'd met him when buying undies in his store). Although I was very naive, I knew this was no ordinary country walk they were on: so I was eager to follow. She'd got a short skirt on and was in bare legs, and she was teasing him by wiggling her bum and she walked, and as soon as they thought they were out of view, he started putting his hand up her skirt, touching and then squeezing her bottom.