There was a honk outside."That's Lamar. Gotta go, sweetie. See you Sunday night. I promise to give you all the details."She gave me a quick kiss and r...n out the door saying, "Remember, sweetie, no cumming until I get home."That night, all day Saturday, and on into Sunday afternoon, I suffered through the exquisite torture of denial and fantasy, trying to get my mind off Geri and Lamar by watching college basketball. It didn't work.My mind kept wandering, picturing Geri impaled on Lamar, his cum. But that was what I said about letting him fuck me and look how that turned out. I was now a more than willing bitch for him.Greg sat looking at me. “If you want to try it go ahead” he said “maybe just stroke his cock like you stroke mine”. I could see he was quite serious. He wanted me to do it. I hesitated but the more I thought about the more I was thinking “why not”. I called Randle over and cuddled him. Running my hands over his back and sides (being careful not to pat his head) I then. "No man but you will ever do this to me," she whispered."Ohhh baby," he groaned.And shot off in her for the second time.The only direction he'd gone before he lost it ... was in.They found out he didn't have to be hard to get her off. Instinctively she knew how he needed to move to get her there, and he cooperated. Youth is astonishing, and by the time she'd had an orgasm from him rubbing against her, he was hard enough again to feel her sheath around him.So he kept going, and was delighted. I felt the hard digit move up, a sharp contrast from the soft wetness of his tongue; felt the slickness of his saliva; felt the pressure and then the penetration. I moaned loudly, it was so satisfying to feel his finger worming into my arse. Peter was moaning too – this was something entirely new for him, something he had surely seen in pornos but had never imagined actually being allowed to do. His finger twisted in my ass and I gasped as its neighbour slid into my pussy. He slid the pair of.