The houses in this neighborhood were a lot nicer than the ones in mine. Jessica's place was at the end of a cul-de-sac. There were no cars in the driv...eway and the garage door was open; I rode inside and parked my bike. I walked up to the door and turned the knob; normally, I'd knock but wanted to surprise the girls—maybe even catch them up to no good. Slowly, I crept into the kitchen, went through the dining room, and into the den. Not finding anything, I decided to try upstairs.The first room. We walked to the car and got in, still talking. Without any warning, he leaned across and kissed me… OMG, he’s kissing me what do I do now and my brain just shut down and I kissed him back. This scenario clearly shows that the purpose of wearing undies is to keep the juices in. If I wasn’t, I fear I would have stained his seat. (Of course, later on, he said that he would have moved lower to lick up every drop from my crevice) He is such a good kisser *swooon*. We kissed some more and he reached. At least, the thought of being hornier frightened me to my core. My stiff, wet bead trembled as it was rubbed, causing my asshole to clinch the plug tightly. The sensation sent aching pangs of sexual frustration through my body. Miss Vee adjusted herself a little, sliding her nylons down over her hips. "Can I get anyone some more drinks? The food should be arriving soon," Mistress offered, casually. Miss Vee pulled me in close to her exposed mound so I could hear her finger slip inside its. "Then put a condom on and lubricant." You don't need lube love," Grant replied and Sarah shook her head."Please. I'll be sore otherwise. I got a lot of guys who want something."Bruce reached up and passed his friend a condom and small packet of lubricant which Sarah sensing his nervousness, took from him and slid over his cock. She sensed he was not used to, or even ready to have sex with an audience but as she poured the small packet of lubricant over his sheathed cock she smiled at Andy and.