It isn’t fair, but that’s just how it is. We all really like you and want to do stuff with you again, but there is this guilt thing that we have t...o.”“Yeah ... I guess.”“They are coming over in a minute so they can talk to you with me. I am making them. They don’t know you like I do and I think if they hear you say that what we do is private, they’ll trust you more. Girls know when a guy is lying!”My mind was racing. I wanted to somehow make sure the girls relaxed and felt confident that. I didn’t push it back but kept one foot on the floor and crossed my right leg over my left. As I flipped through the pages I started rocking my foot to slowly dislodge the shoe from my heel. As I did so that delightful feeling spread over me starting at my feet and moving right up to my pussy. I glanced over at Tom from behind the paper and sure enough, he was not looking at the TV but staring right at my foot. I rocked my foot letting my shoe slowly slide down my instep and swing from my toes.. I looked up the company directory and looked for Diane Desmet. She was listed without much profile information and one picture. It was a good picture of her, with her hair done and a nice smile. I tried to find her on Facebook but could not. Perhaps she was like me and kept a very low profile on social media. I felt like a stalker for a moment and put the phone down. She was just a pretty girl who was being friendly, nothing more. After a quick reality check, I decided to take a soak in the. I could see the hands disappear into their panties and they both pulled out a dripping finger and smeared their juices on my lips. Oh god, I was getting hornier with the minute and tried to shove my cock up, hoping they would grab it. Betty and sandy had moved to my left and right and slowly stripped naked. Betty's cunt was unshaven but I could see drops of pussy juices pushing through and her boobs looked even harder than I had imagined. Sandy was the opposite. Completely shaven showing of a.