" Hmmm," said Michael quietly while he examined Stacy's pussy, "You look much alike but not exactly the same. Let's take this slow so we don't disturb...Jenny while she recovers." He arranged her legs over his shoulders and placed his hands near the tops of her thighs, fingers pointing at her pussy. He proceeded to deliver a repeat performance of the tongue-lashing Stacy had received earlier. This time, however, the pace was languid. He alternated using his flattened tongue from bottom to top. I had never heard of something like that happening before. The biggest question, if it were really true that she felt that way about me, do I feel that way about her? I honestly didn't know how to answer that to myself. It's such a taboo topic that I was afraid to even answer it at all. We have sex with each other all the time, but this somehow felt different. Hearing the front door unlock, my thoughts were interrupted. I instantly started feeling nervous. What would I say? What would I do?. We looked like two girlfriends standing side by side. I was definitely the one dressed for sex! I looked myself over as a man would do and I was elated with the effect! The entire bottom of my bra was now showing because the two buttons couldn't keep my sweater closed and pulled down into place. They would probably pop open today sometime. They might even pop completely off and I would have nothing to cover my breasts. The sweater parted almost to the dark circles around my nipples. The top of. For nearly half an hour he teased himself with her, using her pussy to stroke his cock in long steady strokes. There was little tightness just now, he had fucked her until her pussy was slack, but he still rubbed the head of his prick against the inner walls of her cunt, and gave himself some wonderful sensations.Now it was time.He started fucking her faster, holding her hips and pushing in and out, gaining momentum and even in her sloppy loose cunt, generating enough sensation on his head to.