My eyes returned to Renae's bare thigh. "How did you know where I live?" It's a small town." She pointed to the pile of my underwear that had spilled ...nto the floor next to the laundry basket. "That's disgusting."I stood up. "You interrupted laundry night. I meant to put in a load after float building." I gathered up my underwear, stained from weeks of self-abuse."I'm sorry," Renae said. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." She started to get up."No, that's all right. Stay," I told her.. Her lithe legs wrapped around my waist trapping her own arm, as our mouths worked overtime. Positioning myself carefully and lowering her I felt the tip of my cock touching the dampness between her legs. Her hand was still squeezing my cock which was angled at her opening and with a groan of delight and a slight gush of moisture I lowered her onto my cock. Groaning, grunting, swearing in delight I rocked my hips back and forth feeling my member slide into her spasming hole. She screamed in. I think Lena had the same idea as I did to create an even greater tension to enjoy while we were alone and with that, we went back to watching the movie.We talked about what was going on in the movie and that got us both excited. We were also talking about the experiences that we had in the past, experiences that we still wanted to have ... I took a break, went to the fridge, brought a beer for each one and we went back to see the film, fully aware, she in my lap. My dick starts to come to life. That still applied six years later, although there were some changes. At eighteen, Dean was a handsome young man, a good student in college and, most importantly, his cock had developed so that it was within a half-inch of being as long as his father's seven-inch banger. Given his early training, he was a masterful lover, and he never tired of keeping the three females more than satisfied, with lots of help from his father and from King.As could have been predicted, Emily matured into a.