I knew that our lust had made us cross a line. It was a crazy risk and the consequences if caught were bad. But we so much wanted the thrill that we d...dn't care about the consequences. The thought that someone was watching was such an additional turn on. The thought that they would think we were disgusting faggots was enough to send me over the edge. Anyway we put on a good show kissing, edging and dildoing each other.It was getting on for late evening and we had been having sex for 12 hours.. I said nothing, rolling over instead, trying to get back to sleep. I laid there for the next thirty minutes, waiting for her alarm to go off to make sure she’d get up and wouldn’t be late for work. I said nothing as she got up and dressed. I said nothing as she told me bye. I said nothing as I heard her car pull out of the driveway.*“Are you going to talk to me or let me sit here and cry all day?” she asked, trying to get me to look at her.I was hurt and confused. Hurt because she slept with. Sitting on the nearest bed were Becca, scantily clad in short that hugged her firm ass and a shirt that only reached down enough to barely cover her tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I suspected that she wasn’t wearing panties either. “Jon, this is Christine.” Becca motioned to the girl who sat across from her. Christine had a slightly fuller figure, but was by no means fat. She had bright blue eyes and long brown hair. “Hello…” I answered before being interrupted by Rebecca. “Strip naked!”. I stole a glance up her body and she was pinching her nipples and pulling at them mimicking what I had done earlier with my mouth. Her breathing was hard and I could hear her moans and soft words.Once again, I had reached her mound and this time I intended to stay there for a while. I gently used my hands to open her knees and move my face in to start.The first time I ran my tongue from her rosebud along her slit to her clit, she nearly knocked me out by slamming her legs back together several.