Katey said, “What?”
Lisa considered saying something, but didn’t have to because the muffled “Fuck Yea!” of Jake verbalizing through the ceiling upstairs got us all giggling. How far could I take this? Indian sex I thought she might get me fully hard, but wanted to hold off for a second round later before my mom got home, so said, “Finnish up eating and then wash the dishes.”
Both Lisa and Katey nodded and ate, only touching me a little when Jen lead Jake, both of them naked, into the kitchen. I think she noticed, because she spread her legs and pulled him up between her thighs. I collapsed on her back as shots dwindled to squirts, and her well used vagina squeezed and sucked every last drop of my cream out like she was savoring her favorite dessert. “Have a seat and enjoy a show and a meal!” Katey quipped. “I’m glad I got to share that with you, but I think I’m more of a pussy man than an ass man.”
She giggled, “Glad to hear it, it really hurt, but also felt good getting poked in a different.”
“Maybe I’ll try it next,” Katey chirped in from inside the shower.
