T I want to help...please Mrs. T can I help you?!" I combed my fingers through Tricia's hair in appreciation for her efforts to help relieve my stres..., and Tricia looked up at me with a wicked grin, then kissed the tip of my cock and held it upright as she leaned over to kiss Angie, then whispered into her ear, "I want you to be a good girl and take care of Mr. C's balls." Tricia wrapped her other hand around my ass as I straddled over Angies face and then she slid her hand under my balls,. I smiled to myself andbegan the makings of another Omelet. As I heard the shower turn on.'Poor girl,' I thought to myself. 'She should have just the masterbathroom instead of trying for her own.I had her omelet finished and was putting it on a plate when shefinally came into the kitchen. Looking up I saw that special glow thatall girls get after their first happy sex."So how do you feel?" I asked smiling. "I bet you're a bit sore."Grinning she answered, "That's an understatement. But I'm so. I am literally sitting on her groin with a semi erected cock. I started pressing her hands from shoulder moving down till wrist, both hands at the same time. In order to do that i had to bend little bit and every time i bend my cock touches her cunt on top of the cloth. The more i bend its pressed hard against her cunt. And everytime i did my cock was getting harder and harder. We both abruptly stopped talking and there was an awkward silence in the room. We both did not say anything and we. It just got ... a little overwhelming. I needed to ground myself. This room was available.”“Well, maybe you need some sleep then. I won’t bother you.”“You can come to bed, too. I’m not up for sex, but I wouldn’t mind being cuddled.” I thought about it for almost a second before I pulled the covers back and slid into bed beside Amanda. She rolled toward me and laid her head on my shoulder. And her right breast on my chest.“Um ... maybe this isn’t a good idea. I don’t want to ... What I mean is.