Our accommodations were not exactly four-star, but they were comfortable. That evening our guides, Pedro and Miguel came over. We all enjoyed an aut...entic Colombian dinner. It is amazing what South American women can do with plantains and rice. It was truly delicious. Afterwards we sat around drinking rum. I couldn’t say for sure, but my guess is it was made in a fifty-five gallon drum out back. It sure did the trick. It also gave us a chance to get acquainted with our guides. They. With the aid of her forearm and Lily lifting her hips to open her pussy wider, Kelly was able to work her hand deeper inside. No pair of gloves ever felt so warm. She could feel Lilys heart beat through her pussy, and her thumb knuckle rubbed constantly on the eighteen year olds swollen G spot. Each time Kelly pushed or moved her hand, Lilys pussy would let out a gush of milky fluid, which hit Kellys mouth and chin. Licking her lips of the sweet fluid, she went back to sucking on Lilys clit,. They both sat down on the couch and left a spot for me in the middle. I sat down and noticed that both of them were shaking a little so I reached for both of their hands and held them tight. I said, "ladies, please know that I care about you both very much. If you are having second thoughts about this I am okay. We don't have to do this." Dawn looked at me and then to her mother with a panic and then said, "NO, that is not why we are shaking " then Donna chimed in, "No we are just so excited. Even when you bullied me in your younger years, when you turned your back to me, I loved you. I’d hide in my room and wonder, crying, asking myself why, how could you be so cruel to me? Mom and dad just said it was a boy thing, that you were growing up. It was normal that you wouldn’t hold my hand when we walked anymore, that you didn’t want the other boys to see you with your older sister, that you didn’t want to play with me. I hated it. I wanted things back to the way they were. Mom and dad.