Literally guiding them in their bisexual lovemaking. John seemed tentative and yet so eager to learn, and Michael was more amazed at his reactions to ...nother man's manipulations.As I stood there watching, she controlled Johns movements. My own cock was swelling in the tightness of my jeans, as I was watching them. She told him how to lick around Michael's swollen gland, how to find his opening with his tongue and how to probe and lick at it. She placed her hands on Michael's shoulders and began. My pussy devoured him, each thick and bulging inch. I slid my finger in and out of my pussy but kept my mouth latched onto my nipple. But one finger wasn’t enough; I wanted more so I forced another finger deep into myself. I moaned deeply and loudly, releasing my nipple from its grip and pressing my mouth against the side of the bath. I moved. I lay on my side, legs wide apart, one foot resting on the side. The water was at my pussy entrance level and every time I fucked. What about their boobs? Were they the same as the girl I saw that morning? Were all boobs the same or were they different? So many questions. And I didnt have any answers. My cock got hard several more times through the day and I couldnt wait to get home and jack off again. For a little while, I stopped thinking about boobs and pussies and was able to focus on my homework. Then it was time for dinner. Unfortunately, or maybe not, there were boobs at the dinner table too. My older sister had. A tent started growing in my pants when she involuntarily licked her lips.They went down the hall to our room that was on the ground floor near a small court yard. The room had a patio on the court yard and I headed for it. When first arriving at the hotel, I had closed the curtains. Unfortunately, I couldn't get them completely shut. I was now grateful for the crack that gave me full view of our room.I had just settled into the deck chair when the light went on in the room and in walked Sherry.