But, now they had managed to grab some. They were lying in bed together, after supper on a Friday night. Warren was running his fingers gently over So...hia's breast."Mmmmmmm..." Sophia purred. "Ah, those magic fingers, how I've missed them," she giggled.Warren just smiled at her, and dropped his hand. He brought it up under her shirt, and stopped at her stomach, running his hand across it."You're not showing yet, Pookie, but I sure as heck can feel something going on here," Warren said."Yeah,. "Because it sure as hell was for me!"Renee merely sighed, content with the reawakened softness of afterglow, the comfort of caress, the lightest of touch now soothing, reassuring. "Unlike anything I could have ever imagined," she finally expressed, sighing contentedly once more.#They had finally dressed, Renee once again preening herself in a nearby mirror, not wanting to look too disheveled upon her return, though inwardly she felt as though Jell-O, her knees still weak, her mind still awash. "You look like a whore, you dress like a slut, you act like a skanky ho, so we're gonna treat you like the slut that you are and you're gonna like it!" Brian said. "Just go away," Sable pleaded. "Not before we stretch all your holes, Sable. Not before we make you see what a slut you are. You know it, Sable, you know you're a fucking whore. You've really got no choice but to be the whore that you are," Brian said. The four men unzipped their flies, letting their semi-hard dicks out in the open.. His kiss was tender—not needy. His lips were warm and his tongue sensuous when dancing with mine.There was no way I could downplay or deadpan my response, “Whew!” I said, fanning my face with my hand. “You definitely pass. Now, if you can play with my tits and kiss them and lick them with that same expertise, you’re ready to graduate on to other things.”He started out way too rough, “Ouch! Go easy there, buckaroo. You’re not milking a cow.”“Sorry.” He said, apologizing to me with his expression.