"I can feel how wet you are. You're soaked. So you want him to take them off?” Sarah nodded. "Ask him then." Ellen said. "Please." Sarah pleaded. "T...ke them off. Take my panties off and fuck me. Please." Ellen smiled, trailing her hand upward, further under Sarah’s top. I could see she was cupping one of Sarah’s breasts now. "You heard Sarah." She told me. I reached up and grabbed the waist of her panties at each hip. Once again Sarah lifted her hips to assist me. I pushed Sarah’s legs up into. That got a hand groping me quickly.I had myself see if they were virgins. Nope. Not for some time by the looks of it. I had no idea how the place in my head just sort of showed that to me or any of the other things I saw. In my mind I saw how big a dick they could take inside them and what my little dick would do for them in comparison. While I could just make contact with their g-spots, I couldn’t do much to rub over a big enough of an area that they would need to make them cum. Sure I might. ”“Please, Adam. She’s beside herself.”“All right. You’re at your mom’s place?”“Yes. Do you remember how to get here?”“Yeah, I remember. I can be there in about half an hour.”“Thanks. Please hurry ... but don’t get a speeding ticket or in an accident.”Adam cancelled the call. He headed upstairs and changed into twill pants and a polo shirt. He bounded down the stairs, locked the front door behind him and backed his Mustang onto the roadway. He drove to the white colonial and parked beside Kara’s. I couldn’t see exactly what was happening through Chelsea’s body, but I could guess by the arm motion that she was alternating between rubbing Sara’s clit and slamming her fingers inside Sara furiously. With Chelsea working on Sara’s tits, Kayla had taken her other hand back and was now working her own pussy as well.We were all getting close in a hurry. I could feel my cock throbbing and adjusted as much as I could to try and delay, holding on to make my wife cum with me. I knew Chelsea was.