I must have come three or four times, the orgasms coming closer and closer together. I lost count. It felt like one long orgasm going on forever and e...ver. My head began to spin.Reluctantly I raised my right hand a few centimetres. Steve immediately pulled his cock out and a few seconds later I felt a warm splash down the small of my back. He must have finished himself off with his hand. A true gentleman.The guy in front had also pulled out and was twisting his right hand around the rim of his. But we failed to find the ones which were to be permanent. It was about three months after my first time. It was the holidays. I had tuition in the morning but when I would get home, the housewife (my mom) would be all mine. The first few days were great. We would fool around when I got back home. She would cook something when I was out so she would be free for sex. Well, my father worked, so it was more lesbian sex. But it is great (still is). My mom`s pussy is golden.She taste soooooooo good.. But the entire time I stared at that shampoo bottle. No one was home; no one need know what I was doing. My fingers just weren't enough. Finally, I couldn't stop myself. I reached out and grasped the bottle, pushing it up into my hole. The top slid in easily. The cap was about the width of my two fingers, but not nearly as long. I pressed harder , 'til the the slope of the bottle was snug against my pussy lips . I started to fuck myself with the bottle, but I wanted more. I wanted that glorious. Ashley found a Harry Potter marathon on a cable station, and the four girls half watched, half chatted while eating dinner with Ashley in the den. About an hour after dinner was cleaned up and Ashley was changed into some pajamas, Joe called from his hotel room in Denver. Jill and Jasmine took the opportunity to head home. Kim retreated to the game room and worked the pool table alone to afford Ashley some privacy while she talked to her boyfriend. The couple talked across the miles, each.