I cried out but the sound that came out wasn’t the sound I had expected. It wasn’t from pain but from pleasure. She pulled her hips back then slam...ed them against my bottom. Again and again. I looked down thinking how wet the black dildo had become. I was making it wetter each time she pushed it between the folds of my pussy."Does this even feel gay to you?" Megan laughed then continued, "Does it even matter?"The feel of Megan’s body pressed against mine, the feel of her dildo torturing me,. "I did tell him I would let her," she said. "But now, I don't know. I do know that I should have asked you." Well," said Wayne, "really this is only permission until she misbehaves the first time. I don't mind that you decided for us. I've told you before, I trust your instincts." After what she pulled on us for half the year? You trust my instincts?" Well, dear, I don't really trust them. I just trust them much better than my own. Besides, that's three days when you don't have to ride herd on. " I understand," I laughed. "I don't think Whitney would want a chance with all the rest of you. Maybe Josh." If Whitney wants time with Josh, he has our permission to love her any way they want," Mary said. She looked pointedly at me."If it's required, he has my permission, too," I said. "I think that's up to Whitney." As long as we're all on the same page," Cassie said. "But if she can only have you seven or eight times in two weeks, she might need Josh to fill in." The whole table giggled,. Hot, swollen little clits. Unbeliev-ably tight and tiny cuntholes, both covered with almostidentical maidenheads. Both girls glistened wetly inthe light from the bare overhead bulb. They wereobviously getting as horny as hell. Almost in unisontheir fingers dove back in to start stroking theirclits. Being the more experienced, Cindy was the first tomove her left hand up and start caressing her long,pointy nipples while the middle finger of her.