Which brought us to now, sitting in a bar with our friends on a warm August evening, drinking beer and talking the usual bullshit that people in their...late teens talk about. Sex (or the lack thereof); music; gossip; what crazy antics we had got up to on our recent holidays and how totally hideous our parents were.As the sun began to set on what had been a good night and a great catch up, a slightly-worse-for-wear Katie told me in a slurred voice that she needed to ask me a big question before. Julie and Hanna woke to the smell of coffee and noise from the kitchen. It was about nine-thirty. Wearing their chemise, they went to investigate and saw Jerry dressed in a tuxedo.He spoke with a French accent.“Mademoiselle’s Julie and Hanna, please be seated, breakfast is served.”They saw two place settings and two vases, each containing three roses, one each of red, white, and yellow.“What about you?” Hanna asked.“Your Monsieur has already eaten. Now it’s time for me to serve the two ladies I. My clit sensed a tickling sensation as the very tip of her tongue poked at it several times. I began scraping her head on both sides. Once again, she didn't let anything distract her from fucking her best friend. I began twitching around and making her have to follow my pussy around, but then her hands jumped up onto my boobs. We looked right at each other and her eyebrows rose. I laughed and my hands went up slightly. They jumped over onto her hands and I did my best to contain myself. I kept. ”“When I learned Becky was going to be at the wedding, I wouldn’t give it up to my boyfriend. I saved myself for six months.” She stared at me with tremulous eyes. “For you.”Those words, coming from that face that looked so much like Rosemary’s, made me shuddered. Danika had the same blonde hair as her sister, a few shades lighter than my own golden curls, and the same nose and lips. Her tits weren’t as big and she had a shorter, though curvier frame. But ... She was close.A virgin... “I wish.