After we dry off, Steph puts on a shirt and follows me out to our little kitchenette where we pour our coffee and fix some breakfast, usually just cer...eal and fruit. We figure out what needs to be done for the day and head back into the bedroom.Steph tells me she's horny this morning and wants to watch me masturbate while she does. I like the sounds of that and don't hesitate in starting to stroke my cock as she leans back on her bed, spreads her legs and starts to stroke her clit. She puts a. ” Rocco moaned louder in the cab, hearing himself echo. “I’m getting close.”Jolene moaned and squealed as she moved the dildo faster, feeling on edge and knowing what would happen if she spoke. She gripped the arm of the couch, not able to wait any longer. “Oh God, Rocco, I’m squirting all over your cock. I can’t move. It feels so good.”Rocco stroked himself faster, imagining her wetting his cock and her juices running down over his balls. He moved his hips up as he stroked. “That’s it, baby,. Her touch felt good in many ways, most of them sensual. There was also the feel of Tabitha's hand in mine. Though I had mentally complained about her holding onto me, I wasn't trying to let her go either. I looked around to see what spectators we might have for the show and noticed the food everyone else was eating. My body reminded me of the need for nourishment with a hearty grumble. Both of the girls looked at me with smirks.I began to mumble an apology, but Renée stopped me. "Don't be. “God, what wine and passion will do to someone’s judgment.” “You look so cute,” he said. My response was only a mumbled “mmmffffffff”. “Now, let’s get that skirt off,” he said. I heard him unzip my skirt and felt it slide over my hips and down my legs. His hands began roaming all over me. He touch my nipples and gave them a little pinch. I gave out a muffled squeal. I then felt him slip his hand under the waist band on my panties and I tried to twist away. Then he touch me and I thought I was.