He removed his fingers out of my mouth. He pushed my soaked panties to the side, under my dress and plunged it into my pussy. I arched at the intense ...ensation as he continued fingering me at a lazy pace. My moans were muffled by his mouth covering mine. My hands struggled with his zipper and I hastily pushed his pants down. I needed him inside me. My fingers encircled his thick length and he growled against my mouth. A drop of rain fell against my cheek momentarily distracting me as I looked. As I thought about this, the tussling on the bed continued, and I began to notice Susan and her small but perky breasts jutting out from her short top. My brow started to sweat heavily as I watched her, my attention held raptly by this young Uma Thurmon look-alike. Suddenly the snap of the bed's leg brought me back to my senses, as the leg broke under the weight of us three. As we all piled on the floor next to the bed, myself still trying to hide my hardon, my hand bruised across Susan's. "In here," she said, smiling coyly, "You have to take it."Like I said, Shannon was the shy kid of the three - but that is only by comparison. It wasn't the first time I have had to dip my hands into her pockets. And like the previous times, by the time I had reached the key, my hand was already pressed against her breast. The erect nipple poking was too much of a temptation to resist, and as I drew the key out, I gave her bud a slight squeeze. Doubtless, everyone knew what I was doing, but no. She would go to her room, isolating herself from the rest of the world. The smooth sounds of some obscure music artist would waft out of her closed door not too long after. ‘Here. Have a good day, okay?’ Iverlei handed him the pieces of buttered toast wrapped in a paper towel. He took them gratefully, his eyes lingering on her gaze a bit too long. She stared at the tiny cross tattoo below the corner of his bright eyes. His wet lips. Her nipples strained against the tee shirt, causing her to.