“Testing me.” she simply said, and raised back up.“At least I got to fuck you this time.” I teased, a smile crossing over my face.“I fucked ...ou, remember?” she argued, placing her fists on her hips.I struggle to get up and used the cot to help. After getting on my feet, I used the top bunk to lean against, trying to look cool. “You blew my mind.” I confessed, feeling the ache all over.“There probably wasn’t much there to blow.” she quipped, and turned to go, “You can take that band off now.”. During our last chat, we hadn't really talked about what to do when we'd meet, but the chats had often been somewhat sexually flavored.We talked about some casual things for a while, or rather, I talked, because the girl was still very quiet. But the pressure in my jeans was getting really uncomfortable, so after about ten minutes, I just couldn't keep the conversation up anymore. I wasn't sure on how to proceed delicately, so I just went ahead and asked if it was OK for me to touch her. She. I told her to do whatever she wants after my hunger for her body is fulfilled. I kissed her lips again for few mins and she responded well. I pulled her pant down and started licking her pussy. She came twice and I sucked all the juice. Now I started to rub my dick over her pussy. She stopped me by saying that she was a virgin. I said new anymore and tried to push inside but it was slipping away. I took some oil and about to apply on my dick, but the doorbell rang.I ran into the kitchen she. I wasn’t frozen by anything more than the unknown direction I should go. Should I stand there and enjoy her manipulations of my genitals or should I drop my bags and reciprocate?I certainly enjoyed what the scantily clad brunette was doing, and I wanted to help her to feel just as good, just as welcome.Movement drew my attention back to where the brunette had come from. Two more women emerged from the same entryway. It was Barbie Gifford and Trudi Horvath. Whether Rho had used replicas of them.