I had moved up to Marg and was kissing her.“Do you like that?” I asked.“I’m a little sore from all our sex last night and today and it is so s...othing. If she keeps that up I’ll want to take her home with me,” she joked.Cherie had almost cleaned Marg up. “Can we get together again?” she asked.“I’m going home in 2 hours,” I replied.“Yes, I know but Marg and I could come up occasionally to visit you.”“I’d be in that,” Marg said, “and Lyn would let us stay with her. She likes the company. We would. I masturbated to my mental image of him between my legs. The handle of my hairbrush frequently stood in for his imagined cock. It was his name which I whispered as I urged myself toward orgasm. And it was he who was now plying me with wine. I had chosen my clothing for this special dinner with care. Under my chiffon blouse, I wore a silk chemise, sans bra. I wore a short silk skirt without any underwear. And I was barefoot. I was conscious of my erect nipples throughout dinner and, as we sat. Some of that was from dance classes she'd taken as a child, and some of it was just natural talent. Wherever she got it, her internal grip got her parner off. He stopped throusting, groaned, a couple of times, and then began moving in a jerky fashion.Mindy let out her breath with a big whoosh. They thrust up against each other a few times, more out of reflex than anything else, and then lay there, kissing. After a bit he eased out of her. His cock was red and wet, with a trace of white on the. I could feel that she loved it. I continued, and she started pressing my head towards her boobs. My entire face was covered with her boobs. I struggled to breathe for some time. Then I gently bit her nipples. It was painful for her. She pushed my face away. She pleaded not to bite.I agreed, and I locked her lips with mine immediately. Then, I started biting her lips. Now I slowly slid my fingers towards her pussy, to stimulate her more. It was super wet and was dripping with pre-cum. Finally, I.