"God, they're terrific," Angie enthused. "I need a pair of those." I don't know about these. They're really too girly for me," I saidlooking up at b...th women, still looking for a way out. Glad that I waswearing jeans, even if they were tight women's jeans.Jacqueline grabbed my hand while Angie placed my heeled espadrilles in aplastic bag and put the bag in my shopping bag. "Lots of guys wearsandals, Shawn. They're kind of nice, now that it's evening," Jacquelinesaid cheerfully. "I have a. "He’s good at that isn’t he," Nora said as she sat up and leaned on her elbow as she looked down at me. "Yes, he always has been," Sherry said through a couple heavy breaths. "I had a good teacher," I said as I grinned up at the two of them. "Who?" Nora asked with a puzzled look on her face. "Your mother." "Oh, she is a good teacher." Nora said as she looked down at her mom and leaned down and kissed her again. "I want to watch." Sherry said as she looked down at me. "Watch what?" I asked as. I could only groan.As wrong as I knew this was, as jealous that I was that Marissa was kissing my girlfriend, the sensuality of this moment rooted me in place. They kissed again, squeezing each other's tits through their bras. They were lesbians. I couldn't look away. I groaned as Linda shoved up her friend's bra cups, exposing dusky nipples. They broke the kiss and my girlfriend ducked down and sucked on Marissa's nipple. She loved it, her tongue swirling around it between hot sucks. It was. My skirt was still round my waist from my fucking. Now I was to be caned on my arse and cock. Strangely the blows to my cock were quite painless as my mistress’s scarf was restricting the blood flow so much that my hardon was numb. Even the harsh caning of my balls caused little pain. It was another story with my arse and especially those strokes that hit right across my gaping hole. Tessa really hit very hard, right on the opening to my freshly fucked arsehole. I could feel liquid running out.