“I need you tomasturbate me into you!”One of her hands moved between them, capturing his cock,stroking it.The other reached toward me, and...found my hand.His movements became slower, larger, longer.Jayne sensed he was at the brink, and at least with me,often helped her to her own orgasm.I held her hand tightly, as she, mouth open, facesweaty, met his moves, her legs bending now, lifting herhips higher. His rhythm changed. There was a thrust: a holding ofthat position. . I bought two sets of four cans beer, I browsed the condoms section, he kept his hand on my shoulder as a friend, and we laughed when he selected assorted collection of fruit flavors. He asked if I have gel, I lied no, he went on to get Vaseline and Aloe Vera. I got the whole stuff billed.We came out of the mall, giggling, hand in hand, expectant. I asked how he would like biriyani for lunch. He said OK, so we both got an auto and came to my apartment. There is a small biriyani nook next to my. . “Melody giggled, “We can make an exception, since I know how careful you guys are. Since you were all here for New Years, I still have your cards on file, so don’t let that stop you, please? Can you ladies help us? That is, if the boys can get you here like Bob did yesterday?”Linda smirked, “Sure thing, getting there is no problem. What should we wear?”“Sandals and a smile would be enough. How soon can you come?”I saw the ladies hustle/waddle to their rooms, then come back with sandals on. I got dressed and went to pick up a pizza. I took slices to them in the office then went back out to the patio with a beer, pizza and a different textbook. After I was done with all three I went to the office and kissed them both again then went to the living room and watched a baseball game. It was the top of the eighth inning when they joined me on the couch. The half inning had just ended so Sam wasted no time before straddling me. My cock finished becoming erect in her pussy. Mom had not.