Thinking for sure this is where we would spend the next few hours, I started walking in, figuring she would get dressed and come back. “Where do you...think you’re going?” looking back at me. “Uh…isn’t this where we’ll study?” “No, I have a better place.” and proceeded to walk further down the hall and up some stairs. I followed along not knowing what was going to happen next. Twyla guided me to an upstairs room and walked in. It seemed sparsely furnished, just a king size bed and vanity setup.. In my mid teenage years my parents moves & I had the ENTIRE basement suite to myself!!! With the washer/dryer right outside my door so I could do my OWN laundry. That opened up a lot of great opportunites... for wetting! It was still hard because I had my own place, pretty much, friends were always over and hanging out, like Erics basement in "That 70's Show" So i had to make sure the times were right. Back then I had a couple pairs of the high waist non stretch jeans. I'd down a ton of water. It felt so wonderful to feel her mouth on mine again. To taste her. To know that we were together. Our tongues dueled while my futa-dick and pussy itched and ached.And then she gave me relief.Together, we seized each other's girl-cocks. We couldn't have sex any other way. But handjobs... Those wouldn't cause one of us to lose. We could pleasure each other, stroke each other's dicks, give each other such delight.“Deidre,” Keily whimpered as she broke the kiss. She leaned her head back against. Then he pumped me deep and held me there as he bred my creamy ass-cunt. A moment later his voice echoed off the cheap motel walls as he yelled “Get on your knees whore…take this cock in ‘you sluttly mouth, do now it bitch!” As he said that I squeezed my cock to stop my orgasm from shooting all over everybody. Darren man-handled me roughly and pushed me forward and pulled out of my cum-filled mouth. He made me squat in front of Darren’s glistening fresh-from-my-ass cock. I looked up at him.