I made dramatic swirling motions, moving my hips around, trying to caress the inner walls of Fatima’s vagina. I worked my throbbing cock in and out,...around and around, continuing my circular motions to change up my thrusts. I knew that it was satisfying to Fatima too, as she moaned loudly. I realized then that her moaning had been a consistent sound for the past fifteen minutes at least. Like a broken record, Fatima was on nonstop play. I squeezed her tits, both overflowing my hands, which were. My lord?" Her eyes wide, her face flushing more as understanding dawns on her."Do it, touch yourself for me, show me what you want." Her breathing ragged, her hands trembling, she slowly traces a finger on the same path his had just made on her body. Gently tracing along her breast, circling her nipple. Her other hand doing the same on the other side. Both fingers circling the hard tips, stopping to pinch ever so slightly. She cups her hands around her breasts, pushing them together as. ‘Enough, not again, all right.’ Naomi glared at everyone. Just then Bob walked in, looked around and took his shirt, shoes, socks and trousers off. Naomi stood mouth flapping, stalled, then with a loud ‘OHHH!’ stomped off. After we calmed, Holly and Bob chose her outfit. Gill changed and Naomi came back. She grinned, and the boys all clustered round her, apologising and hugging her. ‘Hmm, well the outraged mother act was worth it for the hugs, thanks guys,’ she said with a twinkle in her eyes.. She has a Mercedes convertible, dark green."Hey girl. Did you bring the outfit?" Yeah, I have it right here," I gesture to the bag on the floor next to my backpack."Good, we'll look at it later." Okay. Where does Brittany live?" Just on this block..."She turns a corner, and slows down in front of a huge mansion that looks a lot like mine."Cool."She honks the horn like she did for me, and Brittany comes racing out of the house, waving goodbye to someone at the door, and chugging something.