Both girls were laughing like crazy. Maggie lifted her shirt and flashed both tits at me. Denise did the same. Denise's were bigger, at least 44C. Den...se was a chubby but facially pretty girl of just 18. Whereas Maggie was a blond bombshell, Denise was dark and looked to have Italian or Sicilian ancestry. She also had a nipple ring on the right breast and unless my rear view mirror was scratched - a hair or two growing from each nipple. She had as little modesty as Maggie - which was absolutely. I was staying in a hotel in San Francisco. It was late and so I had abath and ordered room service, a sandwich and a bottle of wine. I wasfeeling very horny and I wanted to have sex with somebody. I laid on mybed, naked, feeling oh, so sexy after my bath. I ran my fingers up anddown my smooth skinny chest, then up the insides of my naked thighs,and felt the soft smooth skin. I am such a girly boy, I thought, andI'm so horny. I touched my cock and a thrill went through me."Oh, I feel so sexy. " You don't have to. I don't want you to." Really?" Really really," I said.She knows how to kiss. She knows how to curl up in my arms and slip off into a nap made welcome by the activities of last night and today, a pleasant hour and a half.She also knows that we need to strip that set of sheets off the bed and toss them in the washer after we treat ourselves to a mutual showering. And she laughs as we try to dress one another. She ends up looking quite delectable in jeans and..."Lemme have one. "Just relax and do it again," Layla demanded. I did it over and over at her urging until I no longer gagged. She had to help me by holding my head again but I finally got past the gag reflex.When I was comfortable with his cock hitting the back of my throat, Layla returned to holding my breasts and kissing my shoulders. She had long since opened the top buttons and pushed the sweater from my shoulders. It was wadded around my waist."Straighten your back," she demanded. "Don't ever slump like.