I had at that moment become a part of Betty. I was imbedded deeply inside my fantasy girl and she was no 'Wet-dream', rather a living fuck! It was rea...ly happening... to the Max!She no longer looked like a naïve little girl. She was pure woman; sexy, nasty and wonderful, all rolled into one. "Fuck your Auntie Betty, Ronnie. Take me and make me do it. Make me come." She began riding my cock with a wild tempo of movement. She started a staccato of short, quick, cunt-clutching stabbings of her. "Are you gay?" She asks again. I shake my head. "No. But I am bisexual." Bisexual? Whats that?" I like men and women." Ohhhh!! Really? Do you like me?" you have a sweet arse." Thank you." She laughs and starts to relax.I lie back on the blanket and put my arms under my head. I suddenly realise that they are both staring at my crutch. My cock suddenly starts to twitch. It can feel itself being stared at."Could we see it please?" Rachel asks. I see from where they still looking to see what they. " I moaned, after just thirty seconds of his attention. After two or three minutes two things happened. One, his cock got really hard, as my feet on his lap confirmed, although he appeared to try to hide his reaction from me. Two, my libido – which I had been trying to suppress for months, but which seemed to get stronger every day – started to get the best of me. My pussy started leaking I was getting so hot. I was embarrassed by my reaction, and I knew that my face got flushed. I pulled my. The hands continued their roaming, tracing patterns along her spine, raising tiny hairs and increasing her arousal even more. They slowly circled around towards the front. Almost ticklish, the thumbs caressed the hardened tips of her nipples and drew away. Seemingly involuntarily, she leaned into the girl she adored eager for the continued caress.Impatient herself, the girl flipped them, pulling off her own top in the process. Bending over, Lana began pressing her body against her, one hand.