I needed to dress to impress and quickly now do my hair a touch of make up a lacy body, under a sheer blouse. My breasts are still quite firm even aft...er my thirty two years so light support is all I need for my d cups, my sexiest jeans that really show the curve of backside and hips. I look in the mirror and like what I see these days long auburn tresses, pert tits small waste without love handles and nice round arse, yes I reckon I’m alright. Now I look at clock I’m late so I rush. It wasn’t long before I felt the ruffling of the back of my dress. It took a little while for them to build up the nerve to really lift it. And when they finally did, they got a full shot of my ass and my dangling balls and cock. The next thing I heard was Brea whispering in my ear, “By the way, we aren’t lesbians. We are Bi.” As for me, I couldn’t be more excited! An exhibitionist who didn’t have to work hard to expose of himself! Not one, but two women taking the initiative to see under my. I wake up; not my bed. The girl from last night is nowhere to be found. I glance down at my shorts and they are soaked. I pull my soggy shorts off and fling them across the room, they smack against a poster of Meghan Fox who might have been doing something for me, but my morning wood is non-existent. Cum is caked on my dick. Geez! Did I not clean up at all? I wipe my penis off on the sheets and notice that my flaccid member is dripping. The fuck!?Pre-cum dribbles at a consistent rate out of my. I kept rubbing the back of her calf but didn't reply. A minute later, Mrs. Pierce repeated her comment. When I ignored her again, she said, "Did you hear me, Paul?" Yes," I replied quietly, letting my hand slip up her entire calf muscle and into the hollow behind her knee. She allowed me several more full strokes before she queried me again."Paul?" He can't see even if he comes out," I said. "Not unless he comes all the way here." That's not the point," Mrs. Pierce replied, her voice beginning.