I fixed my semi erect cock inside my jeans. I did not wear any underwear or socks. I put on some leather shoes as I moved my hand on the front of my j...ans again.Being 24 and still working out every day helps. I was hoping Charlene was just what I needed. I needed some excitement. Along with checking out a hot girl for the evening. I went downstairs in the basement. I got another beer as I put out some finger foods and some nuts on the bar. I walked over to move a chair near the stage. I put. She then told me she wanted to give me a quick back rub as she knew I had a long day at work. She instructed me to change into my shorts then lie on the bed and she would rub my back. I do love my back rubbed and figured if my wife said she’d be finishing up dinner that it must be ok. Not fully understanding how she planned on rubbing my back, a climbed in the bed and laid on my stomach. She then climbed in the bed and sat across my legs and started rubbing my lower back then leaning. The other girls must have been getting the same sort of feelings because the sleepovers changed from talking and occasionally experimenting, to serious practicing of sex. It started with kissing, you be the boy this time, and quickly included touching breasts and pussys. I nearly died the first time Margo rubbed my pussy until I came all over her hand. The next step, licking each other, inevitably followed. I liked pussy eating, as we always called it practice. We weren't having sex; we were. Sandra moved her hands to each cheek, parting them to reveal her tiny rosebud. I moved forward, still in disbelief, trying to steel myself for an unpleasant taste. I reached out my tongue, just barely, inching forward towards her ass…“Jesus, such a spoiled little Bawlmer princess,” Sandra said. “And I thought you were such a slut, now I don’t know. Do you even want to be here?”She pulled her thong for a second. “No, no please mistress!” And now I was truly begging. “Please let me eat your.