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I had to be prepared for us to be in each other’s pantsoften and not just once in a while. Did I really wantthat? He was making it hard for me to think clearly ashis tongue flitted in and out of my wet lips.On the other hand, boyfriends may not last forever andthey’re not always handy. He did have one great lookingcock and he was giving me a very nice oral job. Well,except for one thing. She leaned forward and said,“Matt, you know about a girl’s clit? Where it is?” “Iknow the word but not where. Is it inside?” “No, righthere,” as I spread the top of my pussy lips for him.“See this? Right there? Lick and suck that.”Oh, yeah, he went right for it. I moaned as he suckedmy little love knob. Oh, what the hell, I thought, I’mfucking him and I’m fucking him this afternoon. Rightnow.“Matt, this has to be just between us. Nobody else. Youcan never tell anybody.” “Don’t worry, sis, I’d. I tried to pull away, but she held tighter onto me as she suddenly arched her hips and bit down on my left shoulder. Peg unwrapped her arms from around my neck and kissed her as I sat back and moved to the side. I was thirsty after being in a hypnotic state for so long and Ray wrapped herself around Peg. I got up and found the kitchen and then went and laid back in the swing until they were finished with each other. Watching actually make passionate love and knowing they were deeply in love made the sex more erotic. I took a seat on the love seat and laid my head back. I drank from one of the three water bottles as I waited.Ray looked over at me and I handed her and Peg each a bottle of water to drink. It felt natural to be nude with the two of them now as there were no physical body hangups between us. “How do you zone out so quickly and still maintain an erection? Ray asked me.“I learned years ago from a hypnotist when I wanted to break some bad d**g addictions that the brain is.
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“Okay, that’s a great idea”, I replied. We hopped into the basement shower and began rinsing off. She was lathering up my body and washing me off, and I did the same for her. We kissed in the shower as well. It felt really nice to feel the warm water wash away my cum from her pussy. We then got out of the shower, dried off, put on our pajamas, and went off to bed. We stayed in separate rooms in the basement, as to not alert anyone of what we had just done.The next day, I was the first to wake up I guess. I walked out of my room and towards the couch. Boy, was that a mess. There were about three large stains on the couch, most of that being from when Jenna squirted all over it. It smelled of sex in that area. We were fortunate that no one went down to the basement and saw the mess. I quickly went to the bathroom to get some soap and water and a towel to wipe up the mess. I ended up doing a pretty good job. The mess was gone and then I sprayed some air freshener around the area. Jenna.

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