Yeah, I lied about thatWe continued for a short time as we came down. A few more thrusts and strokes, but neither of us had anything left. I collapsed...on top of her in a sweaty, exhausted mess, then rolled off her and just held her for a while running my hand over that incredible body. For a few moments she just repeated very softly “Oh my god” and “That was insane”.“Wow” I said. “That was amazing”She answered “It was so much different than I expected”“How’s that?” I asked.She said “At first it. 'Do you want to touch me', I asked him, my head was so light I felt dizzy, and I met his hand on it's way to my bulging nipple, held it, then began to guide him around my areola, as it bulged and tingled with his fingers touching it.This is what I mean: His toying and my crushing his hand onto my fledgling breasts, put a furrowed look on his brow, he could both see and feel my pleasure with this kneading, my knees were buckling, my thighs quivered, and a small trickle run down my inner thighs,. Is that what he thought? That she was embarrassed? It was such a ridiculous notion that it never occurred to her that that’s what he might believe. What other reason would she possibly have for keeping their relationship a secret from her friends? She wasn’t sure if it was her heart in her throat or just his dick as he held her in place. ‘Suck it!’ he suddenly shouted and Ally complied, she didn’t know how else to react and couldn’t lift her head anyway. Her heart was racing and she thought it. Jo, lifted her knees and arched her back as Lynsey took hold of the end of the plug. -Slowly now, I advised. It wasn't a big plug, only a little bigger than the one Lynsey had found and it eased out with a wet plop. -So, Jo, I began, lighting the joint. -What do you think of my friend? Did she fist you well? -Her hands are perfect. -I want you to make her come.-OK.-Lynsey, do you think Jo can make you come?Lynsey shrugged. I'll take that as a yes.-OK, I said, -Jo, lie on the bed with.