“Should we move this to the bedroom?” He asks as he starts to pull down the zipper of my pants. “No.” I say. “Just take me here.” My hand ...anders behind me, to the bulge in Logan’s pants, but he swats my hand away. “This isn’t about me, it’s about you. I want to make you feel better.” He says and I don’t object. Quite honestly, I could really use this. Having finally gotten rid of my pants off I expect him to slip a hand into my panties, but instead he starts working my shirt over my head. Now. Half past ten. Late enough around here. He looked around. There was no sign of anyone.Freddie found that he fell into the routine easily. It made a change, Freddie decided, as he pulled the ski mask from his back pack. It was a long time since he'd done this. That was the worst part of being a criminal master mind; the other guys got to do the fun bits. The only down side of this little project was that the burglary wasn't meant to look too subtle. There wasn't any need to go about things with. Thus attired, I stepped lightly through the house, my thin heeled courts tapping out my bottom’s wiggling rhythm, as I made my way to the kitchen to prepare lunch.Okay, I was feeling a little horny by now. Much as I’d enjoyed relieving Stephen of all that pent up boy tension, my own swollen vulva, damp labia and dribbling pussy were persistently reminding me that the proper place for his cock was buried amongst their soft, welcoming folds. So I hoped, that with my breasts and bottom barely. Both women were now groaning and moaning over and over, urging me to do more as they used me as their fuck toy.After a bit longer Veronica began bouncing harder and faster, clearly getting close to satisfying herself on my cock, while Bridget continued to rub her wet sweet pussy in my face.Then after just a bit longer Veronica began really groaning until with a cry she bucked on my lap and with another cry she came.However I couldn't be sure as Bridget was still rubbing her crotch in my face as.