I took a step forward and kissed Jean. Then looked at Kristina and said good evening kissing her on the cheek. They both looked so hot in their formal...dresses. Come on in. Be our guest. I handed Kristina a glass of champagne. We made ourselves comfortable on the balcony and began to talk about the morning to come. Here I was sitting with two beautiful women. All of us dressed to the nines. Not knowing what to do next. I told Kristina we had never done anything like this before. Kristina started. "I'll roll your denim skirt up" she said, already doing so. My skirt only fell to mid-thigh so it was easy to push upwards so it lay around my hips. She sat upwards on her knees, her fingers curled around the lining of my panties before pulling my legs upwards as she took them off and placed them beside us.She moved herself down, inbetween my legs as my feet where pressed against the wall."Touch your nipples" she said, grinning."It sometimes helps," she continued. I ran my hands away from my. Cum was already shooting out as she squealed out a “ONE!” My eyes closed and my mouth opened in an involuntary groan as I came, my balls, swollen by the cock-ring had me squirting under a pressure I’d never before experienced. A fast shooting glob of cum hit me on my cheek, quickly followed by another that hit my nose and slipped into my mouth which I swallowed involuntarily. More was shooting out of me than I expected and it flew with such force, glob after warm glob splashing me in my face. He wondered how much Katherine could remember, or even her parents, but regardless of how much she was aware of he still felt awful. He wasn't sure if he had committed rape or not, Katherine had certainly consented to the sex but was she really able to? He might not have tied her down and forced her into intercourse, she came onto him, but did she know what she was doing?Matthew concluded he had not committed rape, Katherine was old enough to consent to sex, and aware enough of her surroundings.