When that ended, we sat on the sofa again, kissing, caressing, and this time, playing between each others’ legs. She pecked tenderly at my lips as she started to kiss me again. Oh my god, this wasn’t happening, but it was. I pressed two fingers into her. Oh my god, this wasn’t happening, but it was. “I guess Jack isn’t here, yet?” I asked. Now I’d seen Connie and Julie play with each other in front of the men and me, but up until that moment I had pretty much concluded that that was not for me – that religious upbringing again. As Connie dragged her tongue down to tops of my breasts, she took my hand and held it against her own chest. “Fuck me. Connie used her other hand to keep me from falling as two of her long thing fingers pushed deep up inside me.
