Oh well I'll just have to buckle down and handle it. Maybe I can ask mom what I should do. Oh wait, she said she wants me to show her how I treat girl... some time. So many girls and so little time, I'm afraid I'm doomed.Mom called me into the master bedroom one Friday morning, "Greg I need to have a little talk with you."Uh oh, it usually means doom and gloom when a woman wants to talk. I wracked my brain trying to figure out what I had done wrong to warrant 'a talk'. Could it be my active sex. Brenda raised the bottle to her muddied lips and poured half a mouthful across her tongue. The sweet liquid burned like hell, and she spun her head to the side to spit it out. The small trickle that rolled down Brenda's esophagus felt scalding hot, but it settled with a warming glow in the pit of her tummy. A second swallow was received more favorably. By the time that Brenda took her third swill of the heady dew, she found herself tentatively stretching her tortured muscles and taking stock of. Susan reached down with her right hand to play with her own pussy. She rubbed and circled, then moved up slightly to manipulate her clit, her left hand now alternating between each of her breasts.Denise recovered herself slightly and reached up again for Susan, who she knew was not far away from her own climax. Only minutes later it was the brunette's turn. Denise found that Susan was very vocal when she came, her cries were loud and piercing. Susan's pussy became still slicker as she came, and. It was feeling so good having something inside me. I started to fuck myself a little faster and harder once I was adjusted to the size. I was moaning loudly and dripping wet with pleasure and desire. Something had awakened inside me and I wanted to let it all out.I was fucking myself faster now, long strokes in and out of me. My other hand was busy on my clit, bringing me to orgasm faster than ever before. My clit was sensitive, and I just kept rubbing it repeatedly, causing me to squirm.