When I answered the doorbell, I discovered a scowling Inga posed, body tense. She knew and obviously wasn't pleased. She marched through the doorway i...n her usual school uniform. After I closed the door and turned and before I could get a word out, Inga's hand imprinted my cheek. Have I told you how much I hate getting slapped?"How could you? I found you first, but you went ahead and had sex with Norma. And my mother! Grrrr. She helped you do it. I hate her! What's wrong with me, huh?" There was. .' That is when another voice chimed in ' ... go ahead, I want tell. I'll even watch out for you and let you know if anyone heads this way. ... ' Startled I looked around to see another guy had entered, he was a Caucasian with sandy brown hair and about our same age. He was showering also. I mustered ' ... thanks, but I want be doing it ... ' again I was cut off as he answered ' ... I have my own private dressing room down the hall we could go there if you want. All I ask is that you let me. Her long dark hair hung across her shoulders, and like her thighs, was moving in rhythm to her masturbation. The scent of lilacs filled the air as did the sound of her fingers squishing in and out of her sopping wet pussy.Her lace panties, which no doubt matched her bra, was pulled aside revealing her dark pubic hair as well as the bright pink glistening pussy. My cock and responded the moment I saw her setting on the bench, and now it ached for attention. Yet I was not brave enough to. It has such a silkiness to it, that always makes me jealous of girls who go clubbing in similar items. I pulled it up to ‘slut height’, and sat down, the cold rock feeling so good against my slutty little bottom. I heard a ‘crack’ as someone cycled past on the nearby path – a surge of adrenaline. A desire to be watched.Finishing off with a cute little top, my bra and “boobs”, I put the wig in place and tightened my choker. I was ready to be fucked now, and I felt a surge of confidence. With a.