It felt was like she was stretching my cock out longer as each time her swelling clit teased its head.“That’s really nice,” I whispered and she ...miled, keeping up her sopping strokes. Finally, I let loose of her tits and lifted her hips up. My cock sprang up to attention and I positioned it under the honey hole. I caught my breath as she slowly impaled herself on my rod, then rose up and slid down again. And again. With my hands on her hips, I slammed her down a little harder each time. Then I. "OK, let's go," I said. They each reached down, and began doing what they needed to do. I looked closely, resisting the temptation to stroke myself: I didn't need any additional stimulation at this point. I'd been with them all before, of course, many times, and often together, but when girls sleep with me there's not a lot of need for self-stimulation, so it was interesting to see what they did to themselves.Soon the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the slight noise of. Opening his watering mouth, he licked that intimate orifice with the flat of his tongue, heard the breath exit her lungs in a spasm, while her round buns tensed and closed around his nose and mouth, squeezing his freshly-shaven cheeks."Oh, Gawd!" she sobbed, covering her mouth with one hand. What she was feeling she had never imagined could be felt by any girl. She was so embarrassed at being so intimately exposed, here before her favorite person in the world, Uncle Jim, who had always been. That was my plan tonight, pick up a gal, and have her take my male cherry.” Ray spoke, “Don’t be ashamed to admit you’re a virgin man. Any luck picking up a chick?”“Not really most of them act like I have buck teeth, bet they were lesbians.”“Nothing wrong with lesbians,” LeeAnn chirped.Jonathan looked her straight in the eyes, winked, and said, “Not really if you’re into that kind of thing, as for me, I like something a little different.” “Nothing wrong with doing something different, you see.