I kissed her neck again and slid my hand down the front of her skirt and cupped her bare mound. My fingers slid down her smooth skin to her pussy lips... They were wet as hell. My fingers slid into her pussy as my thumb began rubbing her clit. “Oh, Bret. No. You can’t do this. Your fingers feel so good, though. But I don’t want them in my cunt. I want. I want…” I grabbed Gina by the hair and bent her over the desk. I spread her legs and slammed my rock-hard cock into her dripping wet slit. “Oh,. " She looked like she wanted to melt through the floor. Helen let her stew for a moment enjoying the pink flush that washed over the girl's pretty face. Face of a saint, mind of a sinner."I'm not. Sorry." Denise look crest fallen. It was hard enough to take such a risk, harder still to be let down. Helen took pity on the child, "I'm bi."By the look on her face, Denise did not seem sure she had heard clearly, "Bi?" Bi." Oh." Which, by the way, you would already know if you were standing here,". "Nick, it's wonderful. You've got a huge stage talent to go with that voice, you've been wasted in those little parts. We're going to set the world on fire next month!" Wouldn't that be something?" I marveled. "I mean, the whole thing is already surreal to me. And the things you've showed me ... God, you're a great teacher as well as a great singer." Why, thank you, sir," she said, standing up to drop me a mock curtsy. In jeans, no less; it was endearing. "Hey, where's your cat, As-whatsis? I. "Both laughed a drunken laugh and high fived.I slid back into the water, brushing between them as I went between them. Predictably, they turned towards me in unison to follow me like hungry livestock.Placing the bottle on the coping, I turned to fill their glasses. Both were right on my heels. As I handed them their drinks, I once again felt hands, plural, reach for my cock. They nonchalantly played with my cock and balls as they chatted. They acted as if it was no big deal to carry on as.