Then they went to one side and whispered to each other, giggling. Mary turned to me.“So” she said maliciously, “You like exposing yourself to yo...ng girls then” I replied yes. “Would you like to see our pussies?” she asked. I replied yes enthusiastically. They led me into the bathroom and made me lay on my back in the bath. I wanked slowly as the stripped out of their skirts and thin white panties. Mary squatted over me, I groaned at the sight of her tiny, smooth hairless pussy. She pissed over. She sensed the dampness forming in the gusset of her knickers, perhaps Mary had only given the proud weapon a blow job, to take it further may have worried her, Belinda knew it was a chance she had to take, if she couldn’t handle it who’d know, it wasn’t as if her friends were around her now egging her on, watching as the guy’s fucked her.With Bert the way he was, his age his medical condition, there would be no way that he could undertake any strenuous action, she’d never been with a man on. We walked down, and got tired so Paul and I leaned against my car, while Mike walked around my driveway. Paul and I had hooked up before, but decided it would be a one night stand. He leaned me against my car and whispered in my ear "you wana have a 3some?" He knew it was my weakness. I loved 3somes. The idea of getting two guys off at once, just amazed me. But Mike had spent the entire summer fucking my best friend, so I doubted he wanted a turn at me. But I decided to keep the option open.. Because I knew now, or rather had come to terms with the fact that, although I was her lover, she was no longer my lover.And that was me. I loved my leaver, but she didn’t know that I knew that was her end game. Well, probably her end game.Had she got someone else already lined up? Or someone she was already seeing in a romantic fashion? Or even someone she was already playing hide the sausage with? I found the lack of any intimacy in our relationship of late rather telling.Probably “yes” to.
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