Each girl lowered themselves a little, pressing against his hand and gave their butts a little wiggle.He was so tempted to just bend his thumb forward...and insert it into their vagina and send them on another trip. But a little fate took over and some wiggling too. Hence, as they each pressed down and back against his hand, his thumb came in contact against their anal rosebud.They both jumped a little at the new sensation and mewed a little sigh. Steve's first thought was "Go for it!" But. Then my finger slowly glided in and out, gradually increasing intensity, as my other hand grew rougher with my breast. Now my body was starting to tingle and tense with pure pleasure and anticipation for what could only mean one thing… NO!!! I blurted aloud, accidentally, as I sat straight up and jerked my hands away from myself, planting them on the bed to either side of me. Cant cum until he gets here. He would not be pleased. I mumbled as my eyes wandered to my closet. But teasing wouldnt be. My ex-husband, after eight years of marriage, left us. He just disappeared, leaving me with his son from his first marriage. My stepson, Vince, is the apple of my eye. When he was four his mother committed suicide and unsuccessfully tried to take him with her. While he is not genetically mine, he is still truly my son. I became his mother, but now that he's older he has become my protector. At the time of this story, two years ago, Vince had just turned sixteen years old. Physically, he was. Then she realized that she didn't have a stitch of clothes on. Neither did Roger. It just flowed from there with not a bit of romance or love or lust, just a female and a male human that had sex on a sofa.Then Fred the director was there. He was next. Then the writer Whitman C. Danfield himself was there. Writers do try to be different and he wanted to try another entrance. It wasn't as pleasurable for Barbara. Her butt began to ache. She was relieved when he stopped. Then Peter was there but.