If I was going to do them all, only Rebecca and Phoebe remained, and it appeared that Phoebe liked to watch. I wasn't optimistic about getting them al...l into bed. At around 11pm that evening, I was in my room doing some light reading in a chair next to the sofa when there was a knock at my door. It was Rebecca and Phoebe. I beckoned them in. Rebecca, at 34, was as much a mystery as Phoebe was. She was blonde and quite tall, with long, silky legs that were perfectly toned. She was amply endowed. And that was Jocko. James knew that and he was keeping Jocko away from her intentionally. I'll fix him, she thought. Unless he has Jocko brought home soon, my door stays locked to him. If he's going to keep me horny like this, I'll see how he likes having horns of his own.A smile came over her face when she thought about how mad James had gotten last night when he came to her room and found the door locked to him. He had pounded on it for over an hour and then he had screamed at her at the top. One of them is that my pussy is always wet. A lot. This means that I have to wear a pad (those thin types) at all times - now combine this with fetish for pads and you see how lucky I am. On the other hand this wetness allows me to do a lot of stuff instantly without the need to get wet in advance or use lube.There are some times where wearing a pad is not possible due to various reasons. One example is this particular rave for which I wore fishnet pantyhose, thongs, a miniskirt, and a sports. Luckily, I wasn’t caught or called out, as he thought that Sarah was doing something with him. After just a few strokes he ejaculated. I sensed that my sister was just getting warmed up, and here he is all spent.“Why did you finish so quickly?” I broke my cover and appeared in broad daylight.“Jenny! Stop it!” my sister was the first one to respond.“Stop sleeping with my man!” I retorted.“Leave us alone!” Michael came into the conversation.“Why did you leave me alone on that road?” I asked.