So, you're an escort too, Katrina?" We arrived at the door and I handed the key card to my brother."Me?" Katrina laughed. "No. Mistress keeps me all t... herself." So you don't..." Jim opened the door and flipped on the lights, speaking as we walked inside, " ... do it with anyone else?" No," Katrina said and she looked pointedly into my eyes. "I don't want to do it with anyone else." Oh." Jim looked a little sad actually and I couldn't help but laugh, realizing that my earlier jealousy was on. One shot, of my face in an orgasmic grimace and Morgan looking up at me with obvious worship in her innocent eyes, was especially hot.As instructed, I called Sara’s mother to assure her that there would be none of the three B’s at the party: booze, bongs, and boys. Since she was going to be out of town for the weekend, between myself and the girl’s tennis coach, she felt that nothing awful would happen. The last thing she wanted was a surprise when she got home. I admit, that I was both. I asked her to get her pants down at this point as I wanted to feel her wetness. First I touched her panty from outside which was so wet and then I asked her to pull it down and I fingered that virgin pussy with my 1 finger for the first time. It was so warm and so wet. Imagine the virgin girl with exposed boobs and finger in pussy. My cock was pounding in my pants. She asked if she could get her shirt down on boobs as some guys were staring at her boobs from other car parked closed to ours. I. “Umm……, that’s so good, don’t tell me you still don’t want to jerk off?” Tom asked looking at me and smiled when he saw I was rubbing my cock through my trousers. “Here, let’s help you” Joe said licking some cum from around the edges of his mouth. “I’m not gay” I replied. "Nor am I, I just like cumming” Tom explained, "and what nobody knows about us enjoying ourselves is just between us." "Are you sure of that?" I asked apprehensively, desperately wanting to cum. "Of course," Joe added, "we.