Lisa and I looked at each other. It probably wouldn't be great if lots of people knew we'd been fucking our young neighbour. Could Nuno be trusted?Lea...ne saw our glance. "Oh, I didn't say who it was, I just told him it was an older couple, I didn't say where I knew them from or anything like that. But I had to say something, he was asking me all about what I liked, and how I knew what I wanted, and why I was adventurous, and I couldn't say nothing, I had to say. Sorry..." Hey, it's okay, don't. Above the softly pounding rhythm of the muted, sensual music you hear other noises. A different, faster rhythm, the sound of soft, moist flesh. A slick, squelchy sound. The unmistakable sound of quickly-moving fingers on wet, swollen pussy lips. But not yours. Who’s? Is it me? Am I masturbating right in front of you, invisible yet so close that you could touch me if your arms were free? Other girls? Strangers, not friends but merely invited to the same party and present in the same room,. Though the location was public, the dark offered a cloak that breathed life into my hesitation. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing gently then with more fervor as his lips followed. Each nipple responded to the heat of his mouth, the implied danger in his teeth on my sensitive flesh. I shuddered and struggled out of my clothing. I found myself astride his hips leaning up to press my breasts to his mouth as his hands pushed me down on his lap. I could feel his cock under me and it was. A part of my brain struggled to take in the reality of the situation. Her place was a female’s den.The bed was in disarray. She wanted to potter around, tidy, brew coffee, find music to create an atmosphere, but I was having none of it. I pulled her to the bed. I unzipped myself so she could get a look at my thick penis. I made her stroke it. She quickly got the hang of it. Then our clothes began to fall off. She giggled. She hummed an unrecognizable song. I was aware of her happiness, its.