Then they went to one side and whispered to each other, giggling. Mary turned to me.“So” she said maliciously, “You like exposing yourself to yo...ung girls then” I replied yes. “Would you like to see our pussies?” she asked. I replied yes enthusiastically. They led me into the bathroom and made me lay on my back in the bath. I wanked slowly as the stripped out of their skirts and thin white panties. Mary squatted over me, I groaned at the sight of her tiny, smooth hairless pussy. She pissed over. Bradley Caruthers was my caretaker. He was dressed casually in khaki pants and a button-down wool shirt. His hair was slicked down like he'd just washed it and combed it without letting it dry. He wore boots, not shoes. His farmer tan lent evidence that he did some of the work outdoors at the estate. I liked his face.I also liked his mind. His thinking was straightforward, not convoluted like the real estate agent's.As Vince Smith, I'd been talkative when speaking to Brad Caruthers over the. We started kissing again. I pushed her dress up while she was unbuttoning my pants. As soon as my throbbing cock was freed, she began to stroke it with both hands. I tore through her pantyhose and slipped my hand into her panties. Her pussy was so wet! Feeling my boss’ hot wet pussy made me even harder. I massaged her clit as she was still stroking my shaft. I moved the crotch of her wet panties to the side, exposing her neatly trimmed muff, and slid my cock inside her. She let out a little. I don't see how that does anything for you, though."I had to think about that. Getting Jolene and Bud in bed together had become one of my pet projects. I couldn't explain why it was important to me in any selfish terms. They had both asked for my help and I was determined not to let them down. They were my friends and their happiness was important to me. I was just as passionate about making them happy as I would have been about protecting them from danger. That thought resonated somewhere,.