"Fine with me. Mother will probably want to know what you were doing here in the first place. Remember you are the one that is in the wrong bed, not m...e."There was more crying and I really felt sorry for her, but I had to act this way with her since I knew that mother was going to kill me if Linda was to tell her that I was rubbing my cock against her."Why are you doing this to me? You know that I can't sleep in my room all alone." I can't help myself. Each and every time that you are lying next. I pulled my pink silk blouse down to just above my nipple, I wasn’t wearing a bra, I pushed my perky, full, bare chest towards him and told him “your turn again”. As he motor boated my boobs and prepared them for salt, I ran my hand up his inner thigh. He quickly took his shot and turned me towards the bar. He extended his arm as an offering for my salt. I licked his wrist and sprinkled it with salt. He pressed his crotch against my ass and had his other hand running up my thigh under the. It didn’t want to go in at first. I rubbed it back and forth a few times and tried again. Slowly I opened up for it. It hurt a little until the big head popped in. With short strokes I was able to get more and more in. Soon I was amazed when I noticed I had taken it all. This felt so good to have a cock in me. I moved it in and out and was feeling all kinds of new pleasures. I felt some fluttering in my belly and spasming. I think I might had had my first orgasm with my new equipment. I was. My mind was reeling with the unreality of the scene I'd just participated in. It seemed both magical and boundlessly sexy; my hardon was pulsing in my pants.Kim walked to where I was standing, her bare tits jiggling slightly as she walked. She came up to me until she was very close and her nipples were almost touching my chest. "Thank you again, Lyle," she said, taking the glass from my hand. I was acutely aware of her fingers touching mine as she did so. Raising the glass to her lips, she took.