“You should talk. You almost drowned me, and that was your second time around. I loved it though.” We were silent for a few moments, then I sighed...and sat up since neither of them was making any move to wrap things up. “Come on, Ted, let’s go and let Greg sleep so he can catch his flight in the morning.” We began to dress while Greg laid there still naked, watching and chatting with us. When we were ready to leave he finally stood up and crossed the room to where we were, his big cock flopping. I just mounted over her. She was saying this is wrong this and that. I pulled her hand and placed on my dick. When her soft hands clasped my dick, I let out a moan. She was shocked at the rigidity of the dick. She said it is big so big. Don’t do it. I pulled her hand to move up and down. I looked in her face. She just ashamedly turned her face away. The only sound in the room is her bangles clinging sound as I pulled her hands up and down. I could not wait.I just mounted on her and I inserted. He first glanced at her face to see what she was looking at and then, as his eyes dropped, he saw the swaying breasts of Darla Therrien less than two feet from his face."How's it going?" Darla asked innocently. She knew exactly what he could see and the sway of her breasts was deliberately invoked by the movement of her shoulders. The seduction of Bill Orton had begun."Uhhhh ... fine. Just some fibrous stuff ... jammed in the blades. I can fix it OK." he stammered. He had turned crimson as he. I turned my head even further away from him until I heard the hatch being closed and locked.I looked at the clothes he had left on the table. It was a gaudy three-piece outfit; an ankle length skirt, a long sleeved blouse that stopped short of covering my stomach, and a type of undergarment I had never seen before. It would barely cover my pubic hair in the front, and there was only a thin strap up the back.I put the outfit on. The blouse and skirt were very sheer; you could fairly easily see.