My right hand rubbing his erection, my left hand down the back of his undies feeling his bum, his right hand rubbing me as his left hand was across my...shoulders. Another couple of minutes and I felt I needed to move things along a little quicker, I came off his lips and kissed his neck, then whispered in his ear “69 upstairs” he nodded.As he walked up the stairs in front of me I felt his ass through his undies, God I was hard. We went into his unkempt bedroom and was soon in each other’s arms. Now, get your ass in gear, dammit!"That finally woke Erin up and she began to move at a much more reasonable speed. Frankly, it was still too slow to do much for me, but I was trying to be patient with a beginner. Finally, Susan blew her top! "Erin, get out of the way and let Janice have a go. You are being selfish with the way you are moving. If we have time later tonight, you can try again, but your time is used up for now!"Erin started to cry, but she did get off. She had not come, but it. But the real trick was not to expect it to beperfect. You had to accept that some patching, pruning, and stretchingwere going to be necessary. Cutting away the extra dough from along thetop with a sharp paring knife, Marcia set about doing just that. Itwould all bake into what looked like a flawless whole, heal itself inthe oven as it baked. But for now, before the filling was poured in, itlooked somewhat Frankensteinian, like a patched and plastered wallhastily covered in whitewash.Before the. And then there was Allison.She was a dark haired beauty from central Wisconsin who was one of the few women in the engineering program and was also in the robotics club. Her parents owned a dairy farm and we had much in common. We were great friends, and at a party one weekend I introduced her to Jessica.How dumb was that?I thought since they were both beautiful intelligent women they would get along. Not a chance.They hated each other on sight and I was in the middle of a verbal cat.