Why are you both…?” “But first,” interrupted Allison, “Take off your clothes.” “My clothes?” “Off!” said Melisa. Allison pulled of... his shirt and unzipped his pants. He removed the rest, unsure. His dick was still hard from his false encounter on the streets. “We don’t wear clothes in here anymore,” Allison said. “We? But you’re wearing a shirt!” “That’s because she answered the door. Allie?” Allison removed her shirt, her nipples bounced. “What the hell is going on?” “Sit down, we’ll explain.”. “I don’t think those are mine,” I said.“Nope, I picked them up this afternoon,” she said.“What, you have a fake id or something?”“Nah, but...” she put the bottles down and assumed a vacant expression while pushing her cleavage together, “Oh, mister! I forgot my license back at the office and the girls will be so disappointed if I don’t show up with vodka for jello shots! Oh, you will, you’re such a nice man. Maybe you can come to join us later! I know, can you believe they think I’m still a. I wanted him to fuck my asshole raw, to squirt his young come juice into it, drown my with his thick, sweet come juice. I gasped with the f***e of his driving cock, felt the pounding of him against my naked ass. My tits jerked and jiggled from the f***e. ‘Talk to me!’ I sobbed. ‘Say dirty things to me! Ohhh, baby, please, talk dirty to me!’ ‘Fucking ass!’ Peter groaned. ‘Hot, tight, fucking asshole! Mummy, I’m gonna fuck your hot ass… I’m gonna fuck you so fucking hard in your fucking hot ass,. ”“Yes, but you’re here. You I can touch. I can only watch them.”“But what if you can’t touch me?” she asked.“I guess I can only watch and touch myself then. But you being here still makes it more real.”“Show me how you would touch yourself,” she said as her hand lowered back down between her legs again. I reached down and grabbed hold of my long warm shaft. I could feel a drop of my precum still hanging by the tip. She watched as I took myself in my hand and pulled my boxer shorts out of.