I was just wondering what you thought. Was Naomi your first?" "Um. .uh. .err, yes. She has been the only girl I have ever amateur been with," I replied with a large gulp, again surprised by teen her brazenness. "I have not been with a guy yet, but I have fooled around with one of my girlfriends," she told me innocently, shocking the cum hell out of me as she did so. "We kind of messed around a couple times when she slept over." She was telling me this all very matter of fact like . . . while my cock was screaming at me to introduce him to her. She continued on, telling me all about what they did together and how they had kissed and all, but did not really do much else. "So, you've never been with a boy . . . like that . . . right?" I asked her rather threesome boldly and curious party as hell. "Well, I have kissed a couple boys, but nothing like what you and Naomi have done," she told me, leaning over again and placing her palm on my thigh. I just keep apologizing to them. “We’re Vietnamese, dumbass.” While I was teen stripping the next night, I made sure he got a good look, and then I said in a mater-of-fact tone, “You don’t have to wait for me to fall asleep to go outside and beat off.” I'm not sure how many times they cum repeated that little "get together" or whether her husband ever knew. “What do you want?!” she’s pissed. Slightly taller than me, dark-haired, fit, solid. “I would think Dad would be busy fending off all the guys that followed Jenn home every day.” I laughed. I eased it out then back in, moaning as I did it. “I'm so sorry! You look just like your mother when we were first threesome married. To my ears it sounded ambiguous. She was led amateur over to party a low rail and roughly bent forward over it so that her bottom was presented lewdly high in the air. I slide my manhood into her, slowly at first as she is so tight.