” I was unsure how to take the way the conversation was starting to go, especially when her next words were, “What do you think, Graham? You know ...our girlfriend. Do you think she’ll really help me to get into that dress?”That damn phrase again. I decided to test her at her own game.“Shelly is good with clothes. If you wanted to get out of yours and into something else, I’m sure she’d be very obliging.”At that remark, Cynthia moved her head, and we made eye contact through the rear-view mirror.. I froze. Listened:"Was that my own moan, or someone else?" I wondered.I waited and listened carefully for any other sound, but there wasn't any. I had never been caught jerking off here before, in fact I hadn't even heard anyone before, except the occasional dog bark from the walking paths several hundred yards away.There didn't seem to be anything else, so I relaxed again and returned my attention to more important matters. Pretending my hand had a mind of its own, I smiled and thought:"Oh you. Yvonne moved closer to Fiona and began lifting her lovely navy skirt up over her back. Kneeling behind her Yvonne pressed her face into Fiona's white lace panties and drove her tongue hard into her sweet pussy. Locked together like this the three of us girls moaned sobbed and sighed with feminine lust, our bodies and pretty underwear glistening with love. Fiona's tonguing became harder as her own climax neared. Mine too was close as turning around to see Yvonne licking Fiona through her. Her fingers slowly worked between my legs until she was stroking me through my damp panties, fingers pushing and prodding at the delicate material until they gave with with a slight tearing sound. Her fingers found my glistening slit and trailed against it, teasing it apart before thrusting two fingers deep into my burning sex. I let out a long moan and my breath fogged up the mirror slowly as I watched myself being taken from behind. My moans echoed against the walls of the bathroom. My eyes.