I feel like I shouldn’t need this much help, but there is too much happening for me to focus. They are really, really hot. I have been obsessed si...nce I first saw them. This doesn’t seem like the time, though. We don’t have the time. We can’t talk… It’s not me.1:07Their hand brushes my thigh as they help me dress. Sharp, gentle nails scratch against my skin so gently it feels like a kiss. “Yes.”They know what I mean, but they ask anyway, “Yes, what?”“Yes, help me relax. Please.”They. ... go for it... ugh"I start pulling the plug out, her ass not wanting to let go."OH MY GOD. OH GOD FUCK. HURRY UP!"I pull a little harder, but her ass still will not give it up."OH FUCK THAT HURTS!" She screams, yet still moans as I let up a little."here, let me try something" I say, with a new approach in mind."anything, just do anything"I start pulling on the plug again, and use my free hand to reach down and under her, my fingers finding her clit and start rubbing."HOLY FUCK WHAT THE FUCK. I reached for her and she let me know that I had to pass the kiss test before things progressed. I asked her to give me one of her kisses that she enjoyed the most. We embraced and she proceeded to give me the deepest, wettest French kiss I had ever received. I reciprocated and we deep kissed for almost an hour, taking a break, and she led me into another large, very nice room. This room had a huge padded chair with a small table beside it with about a dozen white towels stacked on it.I assumed. Latchkey children playing incest games.I told Karen I will meet you in a few minutes. I changed into shorts and opened the door to her room. Karen was still wearing her slut skirt, a short plaid skirt, thong and a tube top.Sissy strip your cloths off and bend over your desk for me, I asked politely. Karen said are you crazy, mom could come home from work early or even dad. I laughed.I walked up to Karen and bent her over her desk, her waist pinned by my hands to the wood. Karen's round, firm.