. so he brushes my arse again... no change in breathing... another brush... then a slight drag of a finger up along the crack of my arse cheeks... and...again... Mark must like this and he's stroking his cock a little harder now. He is now sliding a finger deeper along my crevice of my arse and he's loving it. Loving it so much he didn't notice the change in my breathing.I pretend to still be asleep and feel stroke after stroke of Mark's fingers. I'm not sure what to do... I like how it feels. I. Emma adjusted herself on her knees to get a better grip and I watched as she put both hands one above the other and started a stimulating corkscrewing motion. The top of her upper hand was constantly bumping softly into Sharon’s stretched lips with each upstroke.“Oh fuck ... I’m getting close,” I said breathlessly as I looked at Sharon’s pretty face bobbing up and down mercilessly. I looked past her face and Emma’s hands and saw those two huge tits bouncing lusciously in the alluring confines. When we left for dinner, Stephanie and Stacy felt like seafood, so we took them to a well-known restaurant on the coast. Shane and I had steak and lobster, Stephanie had Trout Amandine, and Stacy had Halibut with Sherry Sauce. Through out dinner, we talked of small things. When the other customers would come in, they would think of us as siblings having a nice dinner together. We did manage a few stares, with people taking double takes on our looks; we are practically identical to each other.On. "Oh my God," said Marcella. "Look at Chico, he's all beat up." I know," said Lissa. "And the other guy looks fine." In more ways than one, she couldn't help thinking. Fabian threw a quick jab that went home, and from the closer range Lissa and Marcella saw Chico's head rock back with the force. Chico tried to retaliate, but his roundhouse right found nothing but air."Damn," said Marcella.The whistle blew again, and this time Lissa could see some LKs yelling at Chico while they toweled him off..