Then started crying. Then I took the action under control. I started patting her for being calmSlowly started hugging her.. Then I felt I couldn’t r...sist. I couldn’t stop myself. I started moving towards her lips, she didn’t stop me, but also joined me. I started kissing her.She also hugged me tighter and started kissing back. As if approving for it.Then I slowly started removing her dress. After stripping she was on left with bra and panties having a quite ashamed look.I moved towards her. He wore a tank-top,underneath. Thick, warm fur matted on his chest. Herfingertips twined in his chest hair, tugging at thestraps of his tank top, pulling, insistently, tuggingthe neckline out of shape, twining into the hair uparound his throat. Pulling the jacket open, the zippersliding down, down, down, while her fingers sought hisunderarms, a hot trickle of sweat she could smell —dark, sweet — even through the pads of her fingers.Nails. Nails digging tighter and tighter into the. I was standing there naked with warm sperm all over me. As I swallowed some I had the salty taste on my mouth. He looked at me and laughed, “you are such a faggot” he said, “look at you”. At first I didn’t got what he was talking about, actually I got the faggot thing but I didn’t understand the laugh. Then I saw that he was pointing my cock which was hard. I was still on my knees when he told me to finger myself. He grabbed my head hard and asked it again. I split my hand to liquid my ass and. .. that's perfect, oh fuck that feels good!" she informed us both as we continued teasing her with our hands and fingers, though our friend now followed my actions and likewise leaned over to capture and suckle her neglected breast."My God she's wet!" Yeah, she tends to get like that," I informed him. "And she likes it when you make a lot of noise, as slippery as she gets." You know me too well," Mabel laughed. "But he's right, I like hearing the sounds my pussy makes when I get as wet and as.