“Stop knocking at my door and come inside and play.”Her hand snaked down and assisted his desirable hard-on, to its desired destination. Vince slo...ly sank his shaft into her, then slowly out. He moved his hips sideways, his hands pulling her thighs close as he leaned in. Her pussy was squeezing the entire length of his cock.“Abby, this feels great.”You have a flair for understatement, Vince.“This pleasant surprise in loving me is great. Bend down here. I want your mouth on mine. I want to feel. Her nipples were hard and pushing out against her paper-thin shirt. She and her mom lived in the same house with Candy and her family. Apparently her mom divorced her dad or something. “Hey Brent!” she called out. I almost jumped out of my skin! I didn’t know she was so close and she snuck up on me from a path that led to her backyard. “Oh, uh, hi Cindy,” I said, trying to recover from the shock. “What you doing?” she asked. “Nothing,” I said nervously. This could get difficult if she asked too. But what the heck, let’s give it a try. I shared my number and waited in anticipation.At around 5 pm on the same day, my phone rang. It was an unknown number. I knew immediately that it was in response to my mail. I picked up the call. A sweet voice greeted me from the other side. After the initial introduction, things moved towards hobbies, life and finally to what we wanted – sex. It was clear that the girls were a real bitch and wanted a fuck real good. We hung up after a good an hour’s. A necessary pause, so to say.It took a full two weeks for Vicky and Candy to recover from their weekend ordeals. During that time, we did not have sex with them. They were allowed to pleasure us with their mouths, when we wanted them to. They were not happy about this. They both asked us to fuck them, in their pussies despite the pain that would cause them. When we refused, they asked us to use their asses, which had not been mangled. Robert and I again refused."We will have a big party 2.