Then a gasp...I was still looking down and still grasping my still hard cock through the now transparent wet nylon...Then I heard, "Does every one in ...his family wear panties?" I turned my head and looked up at her..Dark hair, shoulder length..small in stature..cute as a bunny...wearing a t shirt with huge sleeves and pink panties..nothing else. She walked over to me staring at my cock through the panties...I had let go; but was still rock hard. She stood very close to me.."It's so big,". I went straight for her clit and was doing all the tricks I knew and they were working. She was letting off little whimpers and she began massaging her breasts through her shirt. She eventually worked her shirt up above her head and then pulled her fairly massive breasts out of her bra. She continued to massage them and then sucking on her own nipples every now and then. The surprising thing about all of it was that her pussy juices tasted phenomenal and boy was there a lot of it. She was so. ‘Get over here, slut,’ he said to me. He pulled off his shirt and undid his belt. I stood next to him while he opened his pants. ‘Give me a blow-job’ I dropped to my knees and took his cock out of his boxers. It was hard and thick, and I ran my hand over it. Becky’s face was crimson and Paul was smiling broadly. I had the distinct feeling this was Becky’s first threesome, and probably her first time with a woman, too. I ran my tongue down the shaft and kissed the tip of the head. I slowly slid. I leveled my sex with hers lips and leaned forward, slowly entering her treasured flower, the hard head plying open her inner walls, spreading her as I sank deep. As one hand stroked at her swollen bud, the other playfully pinched her pert nipple as she sighed and moaned. I feared someone passing by would hear us. I brought my fingers from her nipple to her mouth for her to suckle but her excitement was to forceful to muffle with such a simple solution. I withdrew and turned her around, hoist.