As I talked, I couldn’t miss the fact that Vicki and Tara were gently rubbing their pussies. Then, when I spoke about Ms. Picard and the gay boys, b...oth of the ladies reached under their t-shirts and began to pinch and twist their nipples. Within a few minutes, Tara took her t-shirt off, and then Vicki followed her lead. To say that Ms. Picard’s stories made Vicki and Tara as hot as hell would be an understatement. The more I described her sexual encounters with the boys, the harder they worked. Reflecting on his in-securities and the sweetness in the words he spoke make her smile. He is good and strong. She's a good girl not to worry him. Working fingers over the already over fucked clit, she feels the swollen-ness and cunt juices on her hand. Tenderly she rubs the sweet thing thinking of her man gone. She rubs thinking about the abuse it's gonna get from her while he's away. It wouldn't take much to get off but, she plays nice with it for awhile. He's on the plane in the air by. It had begun to seem that their fucking was a convenient way for him to satisfy his own selfish needs; there were no tender kisses, no foreplay, no romance.The latest incident was last night. Rick left work late again, despite knowing that she was leaving for California the next day. When he finally came home, she could tell by the way he walked through the door that he had been drinking. Nevertheless, Jenna tried to remain calm. She was concerned for him. She loved him and she wanted their. 'If, no, when i prove that my point is valid, i want... i want your panties.' 'My panties?' Mo asked to be sure she heard right. 'Yeah, the pair you got on now.' Roy said rubbing her crotch. 'Who says im wearing panties?' Monique asked in a low whisper.'Oh, look at you,Mo going commando like you grown...' 'I may not be as old as you Roy. And no, im not commando. I'm wearing a thong.' she told him confidently. 'Oh Mo got her big girl drawers on... Mo over here wearing cat hammocks. Mmmm.' Roy.