” A puzzled look on her face, Dianne asked, “How?” “Do you have a dildo?” “NO!” Dianne e...claimed. “I’ve never used anything like that. Do you?!?!” Debbie smiled. “Come on Dianne, really? I’ve had a couple for years and a vibrator as well. Gary travels a lot and after all, I’m not a nun! I can’t believe you don’t. How do you masturbate? With just your fingers?” Blushing Dianne nodded her. This time he was able to fuck a little faster and a bit harder. I knew as long as it wasn't too painful, the harder fucking was what Lucy liked. It would get her wetter, maybe enough to take him. I resisted the urge to coach from the sidelines, but was mentally willing her on. I hadn't even taken my panties off yet I was so into supporting her. Lucy's moans were getting louder. He was telling her to take his cock, fell her white pussy stretch. But still it wouldn't budge past a certain point,. They said there was a party that was actually an orgy. They risked getting pregnant or getting AIDS to get back at me. It’s so much hate!” I ran my hands through my hair. “How do I even process that? It’s ... I’ve had sex with five people. Five. And they’re all next door. You and I haven’t even made love yet. I can’t even imagine doing that to myself for the sake of hurting someone who’s out of my life.”“You’ve never been a teen-aged girl,” she laughed and then turned serious. “When two girls. Laurel soon felt as if she had been attacked by a hoard of bumblebee's, she stood in her undies while the ladies measured, pinned, muttered and giggled. Things almost got out of hand when Laurel insisted on a set of traveling clothes made out of the very serviceable fabric she had purchased, she patiently explained that it just wasn't reasonable to go walking in clothes that would easily rip on a loose branch or bush and that she had no intentions of stopping her going out and singing in.