Dad gave me a nod that I was pretty sure Marissa was now Chrissy's responsibility. That would include telling her the rules about my room and what she...would be expected to find if she went in there."It is ok if either of you want to come into my room, for now," I told more Chrissy than Marissa. "I am going up to get a shower and then maybe play some video games, pinball or watch something."When I got into my room I found that my shower was going to wait, the computer was on and a digital hand. I felt a hand gently touch the back of my thighs and run up and down my legs so he could feel the lacy stocking tops , It felt electric . then all of a sudden another man appeared in front of me , and he ran his hands up the front of my thighs , god it was a great feeling . I started to breathe deeply . I came away from leaning against the tree , and stood there with slightly opened legs . so those hands went under my skirt and it seemed they took it in turns to touch my cock thru the satin. She went right back to work on her pussy and now used a hand to massage her tits and tweak her nipples. She was going to explode soon and I figured that was a really good idea. The trucker was concentrating so completely on Jan’s little show I was afraid he was going to run off the road. Just about then Jan fell over the edge.“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. Ah fuck, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes...”She convulsed, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her jaw dropped open and she froze as her orgasm consumed. “Course not, why you ask,” I lied. A bit too quickly, because Ashley smiled at me. “Is it my ass?” She pouted while turning around and bending over. Oh god, all I wanted to do is ride her like there’s no tomorrow. “No, well is it my tits?” She stood up and used both hands to push her breasts together playfully revealing more of her cleavage. I gazed in awe and my dick got stiffer. “Both are nice,” I replied to her. She leaned in toward me putting her lips near my ear. “Do you want me?” she.