Brege and Harry Masterfield had talked to the girl's parents. "Everybody's real pleased," Danny said. "The girl's folks want to meet you some time, bu... I don't think we're going to get any static about going out with them again. It was kind of funny," he went on, "Watching both of them trying to keep from getting caught with Big Mac on their breath."With that vision in mind, Sunday afternoon went a little bit better, although it was a short jump to visualizing Amy and Marsha playing volleyball.. We sat there for a moment, faces just mere inches apart gazing into each other’s eyes like we were both trying to find our nerve. I made the first move and filled the gap between us until our lips were now touching. There was no movement at first as we simply savoured the feeling of our lips touching each others. It wasn’t long before the instinct kicked in and our lips parted and pressed tighter together. With mouths open, our tongues lightly brushed each other’s until we both mutually. Maybe 4-5 inches but really thick. I choked a bit, pulled back. Then I thrust my head back down, over and over. I was jacking it at this time as well, milking his dick, wanting his cum. I was crouched by his side, he reached under me and started to stroke me, moaning and encouraging me. He pulled my hand away and told me to just suck on it. I continued to bob on it until he pulled my head away, telling me that he didn't want to cum yet. I sat up, he was still lying next to me, and I leaned over. It was very flexible and at the end of the thinstranded fall, was a big knot and a cracker made of very thin rawhide. She whispered in my ear (as she stroked her pussy even faster), Heather myslut, you are going to get eight lashes with this beauty, and you willscream as loud as possible, that I promise you!" I couldn't believe that Iwas so hard, but a part of me begged for the whipping to stop, and anotherpart of me wanted more and harder, so that I could please my Mistress.Mistress Ann.