Dripping wet and not from sweat. The grinding and wrestling slowed and then stopped. Priya and Patricia trying to read each other. Neither having ever... been with a woman. Neither having ever given it much thought.Their lips met in a short soft kiss before both pulled back and look each other in the eye. Each trying to figure out what came next. They practically dove into each other licking each other's tongues before engaging in a deep french kiss. Patricia's hands gradually moved from Priya's. I wanted him to taste me natural, to lick the day-old funk from my dirty hole. I decided to back up into him a bit and boy did he enjoy that little reward. I put my hand on his head behind me and pulled away a bit so the belt would constrict and I held it there for a second while he licked me furiously. I wasn’t hearing him breathe after 45 seconds so I backed up and he gasped for air, but I held him close to my hole. I wanted to fart in this kid’s mouth too so I pushed out a bit as I backed. By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs my "I know what your thinking pants" were almost back to normal. She came back down when I gave the all clear and she disappeared out to the front office. The afternoon dragged by I didn’t see her until I was ready to knock off when she came up and said "see you tomorrow, have a good evening" she put her hand on my bum and gave it a shove and went back out the front. Who gave a shit about a good evening I was still pissed off about being cut short. One was that Sharon sat down in front of Bruce and pulled his fly down. The second thing was that the buzzer went."Oh for fucks sake." I said "Look at the state of me." I went into the darkroom and stumbled about for an apron. I finally grabbed one and threw it over my swollen cock which was trying to burst through my pants. The last thing I saw as I walked up the stairs was Sharon sitting on an old vinyl chair, with her halter neck pulled down exposing her tits, her dressed pulled up around.