Mia was an active and demanding lover, but she gave as good as she got. Opposite her reserved demeanor Mia liked her sex sweaty and semi-rough. She fi...ally took mercy on him an hour later. Johnny was gasping for breath when she let up on him, yet she wasn’t even breathing hard. Johnny was flat on his back on the air mattress and Mia was draped on him like a second skin; she could not seem to get enough touching him. Johnny asked if she was okay.“I’m better than okay, Doc,” she cooed, “you fixed. She pushed her hips forward wanting more, and who was I to refuse such an eager request. She looked up at me and our eyes locked as I slipped my hand into the waist band of her panties and slowly slipped it down, through the soft downy hair and onto her warm, wet lips. I couldn't quite believe what was happening, I glanced around quickly to see if anyone had any idea of what was happening over by the train door, but they were all oblivious, lost in their own little meaningless worlds while I. We went to dinner together, had a nice long talk together, and then somewhat tentatively went to Sammie's bed together. It had started out rather awkwardly, with both Jon and I afraid to touch the other, although we both wanted to touch Sammie. It was her lust for the both of us that eventually melted the ice and let us just enjoy each other.That first night I often found myself simply licking or sucking on various of her body parts while Jon got a little more involved in using his cock.. .. You know they kept... touching me.” She shivered. “Not like you touch me. That’s nice, but they were... grabbing. I hate them. I hate them all. And I hate Mom for doing this.”“Are you sure it was your mmom. I mean, you know what The Christmas Ball is like. We both should have known and maybe even expected this.”She shook her head. “No. I’m certain this is Mom. It’s who was asking that makes me sure. I expected to dance with maybe Kevin and the others, but these guys...” She shuddered again..