In my room. If you don't mind." Pamela was smiling, but she meant it, just the same."All right, all right. Oh! You mean, er, in your room?" Yes, littl...e sister. See you later – I'd appreciate if you gave us some time." Pamela took my hand and nearly dragged me to her room. She closed the door and stared at me.I had an idea of what she wanted, but wasn't quite certain. I decided to go slow. I took Pamela's hand and kissed her knuckles. She looked a bit mystified, but indulgent. I kept kissing and. Now, how did you arrange to be outside my door, naked?”I swallowed, unbalanced both by his comments about lesbian sex, and – especially! – by where his hands were, just south of my pussy, and stroking north. But slowly, very slowly.I shut my eyes, took a very shaky breath, and started again.“I had to think it through. I knew what I wanted: for you to find me naked, bound, gagged, and helpless, waiting for your pleasure…”“And you were. And I loved it – and am still loving it,” he said, slowly. Muttered Woodrow as he went balls deep in Mitch’s body and stretched his back with his head flung back and eyes shut close. His balls were grinding on the ass ring and his trimmed pubic mound was rubbing Boy’s ass cheeks. He was loving to go in deeper to the ends Mitch did not even know, he had them in him. Woodrow took some long deep strokes but slowly his pace started to pick up and rhythm got all mixed. Mitch was loving Woodrow’s hand on his ass globes trying to rip it open and his groin. "Come on. I don't want to be able to sit for a week when you're done with me." I simply smiled and said "You'll be lucky if you can sit for a month."I postioned myself behind her a few moments later, my cock already hardening again. I knew I was pretty much spent when it came to cum, but my dick could more than likely take another fucking before it was useless. I ran a finger under her, getting some of her wetness on my fingers andusing it to lubricate her tight ass as well as my dick. When I.