It would seem that neither of us had experienced anything quite like this before.I leaned back so I could see it. I pumped and jerked. I didn’t know...where it was all coming from but cum was flying everywhere now. Another thick white rope grazed my cheek and sprayed my hair. I covered the tip with my lips again just in time to catch the next gooey load. When I pulled my mouth away to swallow it; more blasted all over my nose and cheek. I continued to pump his cock feverishly. I loved the way his. We continued to fondle each other and I slipped on a long t-shirt as she continued to suck my breasts. I felt so naughty knowing Alex was in the next room and I was enjoying Mia to the fullest without him. We continued to kiss quietly as I continued to grab her ass. Her tight shorts turned me on so much I wanted to tear them off of her. She started to lead me back to my bed and I whispered “No Mia…I cant, wait” “Yes you can” she whispered as she pushed my head in between her legs and my. After noon when all the visitors had gone we (me and mom) decided to sit for a while and rest as the colours had made us drowsy and eyelids were heavy as if we both were intoxicated. Being wet with the use of water colours by the visitors we both were drenched and clothes stuck to our bodies like skin. I was wearing a long short and t-shirt while mom was draped in a salwar kurta with duppatta. Mom had wringed her duppatta and spread it on the wire to dry and sat down on a chair right next to me. ”“Birdie...”I held up a palm; don’t interrupt the narrative. “But that wedding — that’s Brussel sprouts. If you know what I mean and I think you do.”“Clean your plate, Birdie.”One change — so subtle that a less seasoned observer might have missed it — was that the Three Mouseketeers were now the Two Mouseketeers. Trish having banned Froggy from the premises, “Just until after the wedding, darling boy.”That sort of shuffled things around, numerical-wise.It may be true what someone said about.