If she was wearing nylons then I wanted to know more about them - the colour and denier as well as whether they were pantyhose, stockings or knee-high.... I began to start thinking of ways that I would be able to find out everything that I wanted to know as I knew I couldn't just ask outright.A few weeks later I got my first chance to find out as Carol had gone out for the day and Roger was home doing some work in the garage. I went down to talk to him as well as give him some assistance with his. That made me throb again, and she squeezed as my head pulsed inside her, sending a strong squirt of my precum into her depths. I knew I wouldn’t last long once we really started. “Becky, I’m sorry, but you’re just too much for me and I’m sure I’ll cum before you do again at this rate.” I moved to pull out and planned to work her up with my fingers some more, but she twisted her legs up and those flexible cheerleader hips to wrap me up, holding me in.“I need this, please…” she begged me with. “Baby no….. Oh my god baby…” He looked hurt. That’s what I’d wanted, isn’t it?“We need to talk.” I stated rationally.“We are talking… We’ve been talking… What are we doing here?” “All I know is I need some space…. From you… From us.” I started to cry. “What do you mean space?” He was clinching his fists in his lap. “This is exactly what I was afraid of!”“The hardest thing for me to accept in all of this is how easily you’ve kept this from me…. How you allowed me to remain friends with her….. She was coming out of her semi dream state and was now also more aware of my touch. Finishing with her left, I began soothing her chest and tummy with soft gliding strokes. Moving to her side for a light abdominal massage with slow caressing circular strokes which she also liked. It probably helped to stir things by some gentle tugging of her pubic hair. She liked the soft brushing of my fingers across her mound. A little added stimulation never hurts. As I began some side pulls across her.