"Um...I don't know," Cathy said. "This is all a little strange for me." What?" Kay asked. "We're all grown-ups. Just innocently admiring a good cock. ...ike going to an art museum."Mona got up and wedged herself between Cathy and the arm of the couch. She put a hand on Cathy's shoulder and delicately rubbed her arm.Kay kissed the side of my neck. She rubbed my thigh again."Take it out," she whispered.I shook my head."I think we're making Cathy uncomfortable," I responded.She looked like she. When I first met you at the cottage, that’s all I thought it would be with you – another fling. But, right away, somehow it was different. Now I know why. I guess I loved you right from the start, but didn’t realize it, or refused to admit it to myself. The bottom line is, I just don’t feel I’m the right person for you.’ ‘Suppose you let me be the judge of that’. I could guess, from the way you approached it, you had some experience. But, I don’t care as long as you’re willing to not continue. “You know, as amazing as our masturbation session was, I can’t help but want to enhance the experience even more.” Her pussy smiled as a feeling of apprehension came over Stephanie.“What the hell do you mean, enhance?” Stephanie reluctantly asked.“I mean, I know there are toys for self-pleasure. I wonder what a vibrator feels like, don’t you? I bet it’s amazing!” Her pussy exclaimed.“I’m not stepping foot into one of those shops. It’s bad enough you are alive now and making me do these. The rhythm of the two combined make my clit throb and my pussy ache. You can see my eyes begin to roll back and right before you are about to cum, you wrench back my head and tell me to jerk you off until your load covers my face, glasses and breasts. I comply like the whore I know you want me to be. As I clean myself off in the bathroom. You come in and wrap your arms around my waist and look at my face reflected in the mirror with a smile, pausing to sweep a strand of hair out of my eyes and.