I tried to push back toward him as he thrust into me but he was fucking me so hard and fast mostly I just held on for dear life but as it turned out h...e did it for me. I felt his hands on my hips as he gripped me tightly pulling me toward him then pushing me away in time with his thrusts. I was moaning loudly as he bent over and reached around from behind and grabbed my tits, squeezing them and pinching my nipples at the same time.“Damnit, girl I have wanted to do this to you for months.” he. He almost never came to bed while she was still awake.Something new, unfamiliar, coursed through her body and she threw the sheet back, spreading her legs. Her fingers delved more firmly, rubbing, pinching, massaging, as her hips gave a little involuntary lurch. She slipped a finger within, hooking it so the pad would apply pressure to her bud.It felt delicious. It wasn't as good as having a good, stiff penis inside her, but it still felt luscious. She'd read someplace that women had two kinds. I focused, and could see Catherina between me and Zoe, her mouth clamped on to Zoe’s pussy, as she sucked my cum from inside her. My wife was kissing Zoe passionately, caressing her breasts, as she pinched her own nipples.My cock should have been deflating, but I could still feel it pressing against Catherina’s body as she lay between Zoe and me. Then she shifted, her mouth closed down on my cock. Her tongue lapped up the mixed cum still glistening on my cock, as her head bounced up and down on. "No, not Cyrus."They got a strong hint later as class was about to begin, when Walter said, "I dreamed about you, Leslie." His voice cracked and squeaked on the "Leslie" part."Well, I don't want to hear about it!" snapped Leslie. That wasn't like her, if all that was involved was Walter's own dream. He was one of the more clueless boys around, and his skin now had that oily look to it, matching his changing voice. Cyrus might not be cool, but he was smart. Tara was glad it wasn't Walter who was.