The strap-on was intended for me! My breathing was getting heavier as was Lisa’s, and Jane came round in front of me and started to caress my chest and tease my nipples as I stretched my neck back to give her as much space to stimulate me as she could. I walked in, noting firstly that Pamela had removed her dress and was naked save for a pink thong. I obliged her by stepping out of them, and she pressed her breasts even closer against my back, started kissing my neck in little moist pecks, her lips alighting on my skin then her tongue licking it gently, before moving an inch or so and repeating the kiss. She wanted to appear normally dressed so that she could feel she was being made to undress or was being forcibly stripped by me. As I did this I kissed her on the lips, and as she opened her mouth, a full blown French kiss, my tongue exploring around her mouth, her teeth, and her tongue. If I had continued my fucking of Lisa, Pamela would have had to move in rhythm too to avoid being hit on every thrust.
