..say so", he almost whispered. Gently he moved the stick a little forward and back, massaging me with it wonderfully"Yes sir, I do." Are you sure?" Y...s...sir" You know you're away from home now, Glen. There are lots of things to learn... Lots of things. Some things your parents may not like...Glen. You know?" Yes." You play with your dick much, Sussman? Tell me the truth. McBain says you really have a nice one." The directness of the question made me blush and smile."Yes" Yes? Yes, what? .... There never is, but I don’t want either one. I want to be fucked. I moan; I can’t help it. He feels so good. The thick head of his dick stretches, massages, and rubs the inside of me. “Like that?” he grunts, driving deeper. “God, yes.” I gasp, arching my hips to take more. The friction is amazing. There’s nothing like the feel of being fucked by a big cock. I tell him so and he growls. He loves it when I talk dirty; his girlfriend won’t. She’s too young, too inhibited. I have no shame. Sweat. Spread them wider…That’s so nice. As a last punishment my love, eat our friend’s delectable pussy. And I had better hear her moan, loudly and often.’ Karen dived in with a mouth and both hands, but before she could get started, I added something special. ‘You can only use your mouth on our friend, and I want to see at least one of your hands playing with yourself at all times. Sluts like you can’t just give pleasure to someone. They always need to be pleasured at the same time.’ It was another. I know you’re right - up here,” she said, tapping her head. “But that stuff gets deep-seated, down here,” she went on, pointing to her chest.Brenda hugged her tightly. “I know,” she agreed. “I know… But, there’s some good going on here too now, right?”“How do you mean?” asked Dianne.“Well, for starters, you were incredibly brave just now, explaining all that to us out there. That took courage! Which means that courage is in there!”“You’re easy to talk to, though,” she answered. Brenda just.