It was wonderfully erotic, having two young innocents fighting over my cock. Beth’s mouth was a little bigger than her sister’s and she seemed th... more experienced of the two…not that Mary was any slouch. But, Beth was able to swallow more of my shaft, and that extra inch or two made a world of difference.“Stop, Beth, or he’ll cum too soon,” warned Mary. “If you want him to be able to do ‘You Know What’, you better back off.” I could only guess what she was referring to, but if it was short. I got up and double locked the front door and returned to the kitchen, the Pointer following me along to the door and back, resuming his humping. I poured another glass and in my mind were visions of my old boyfriend now gone, his “quickies” leaving me panting, his “pointer” and I was here with my Pointer, panting, that tongue out, humping me with his hot wet dick and I was thinking about all these things and lifted my dress to my waist. Please don’t ask me about it. It’s just what I did. A man’s hand gripping her thighs, a man’s nose up against her anus, and a man’s tongue. Thinking back it was kind of embarrassing for her. She hadn’t been grooming back then. She wasn’t super hairy at that point but still, she wished she had been well manicured into the landing strip she had now for him. “Ho-hooly shit! Mr., Mr. Ventura . . . HAAAHH!” Natasha let out a yelp as she felt the first every pure sexual pleasure she ever had. Robert had a talented tongue, and Natasha felt her. I blushed, biting my bottom lip in embarrassment. "Hey, I just spilled the deepest darkest secrets of my heart here," Jessie said with feigned indignation. "You have to tell me about your boytoy. It's only fair," she said with satisfaction, leaning back in her chair and taking a big sip of her margarita as she looked at me expectantly. I grinned back at her while shaking my head, astounded at her ability to get what she wanted out of me while still being so infectiously wholesome at the same.