They are sensitive ... and they have a direct connection to the inner thighs.Megan's finger, tracing that so hard nipple, also had a direct route to t...e inner thigh ... Megan's pussy got slick ... a little ... not enough for wet panties but a little ... damp ... just enough to be interested.DD, however was rapidly turning into a swamp. The room suddenly 'smelled good.' Mina noticed and got a little damp herself.Megan felt ... itchy ... she knew the feeling well ... she'd had that itch scratched. I flip her around so that her stomach is facing the table; I turn my head and lean forward to kiss her. One hand on her breast, I begin to kiss her neck and lightly bite on her shoulder. My finger reaches in side of her thong and rips it away from her slender body. As the lightening begins to build I push her forward bending her over the table, knocking over a sack of potting soil to the ground. My hands begin roaming over her slender legs and firm ass, exploring her. She moans as my hands. I'm pretty certain that at least five for sure, and maybe as many as eight of my buddies and their wives took advantage of the two open beds in the kid's rooms during the evening at various times to knock off a little fucking and sucking. But by 2 am in the morning everyone had pretty much called it a night. There was only me, Lydia and Norm Sanders left and we were all three pretty wasted. It had been a hell of a great party and Lydia was drunker than I had ever seen her get before. And I was. I think that's why he and I are such great friends. Anywho..... for the past couple of months he has sort of taken me under his wing and guided me to being a better writer than I was previously. Until very recently I was too skiddish to have anyone but him read what I wrote, but he nudged me into posting something here. That was the first story I posted. Well it seems that since I didn't totally bugger it up he is pushing me to take over where he left off with his stories that he has no plans.