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I took Andrea out after church one Sunday. She was a rather nice girl, nineteen years of age, not exactly a playboy model though. Nice long, dark blond hair, with a pleasant complexion to her face, blue eyes, and her breasts were well proportioned to her body. At the restaurant, we talked over our hamburgers. I noticed Andrea’s blouse was a bit open, revealing her cleavage, and her bra was visible through the material. Andrea’s nipples occasionally tented her bra through her blouse, then slowly relaxed. As we finished our sandwiches, she excused herself to the restroom. I watched Andrea walk away, her legs working beautifully out of her skirt, which reached just to her knees, shaping over her butt nicely. She didn’t have pantyhose on this time.Andrea returned to our table, and began to eat the ice cream I had ordered during her absence. She kept her left hand in her lap. I excused myself to go to the restroom. When I returned, I noticed Andrea had reached inside her skirt with her left hand and I wondered, was she fingering her pussy as my dick began to swell in response. After I settled down and resumed eating my ice cream, I noticed her nipples were visibly tenting in her bra. My cock began to ooze precum at the idea of her masturbating in public.Andrea smiled, and began telling me about her roommate’s bikini malfunction as they soaked in the hot tub at her friend’s home. A strap had separated from its cup, leaving the fabric dangling. She helped April remove the top, and took off her own bra. They spent the rest of the evening topless with their friend. I noticed Andrea’s nipples seemed to be at its peak inside her bra, while she kept her hand down in her lap. I wondered how wet she was becoming. I commented that it looks like she enjoyed her time with her roommate and Andrea blushed.I escorted Andrea out to my car and seated her. After I got on the highway, Andrea asked me if I had a pretty active sex life. My cock jumped again in my pants. I told her of some of my masturbatory experiences with my best friend and my porn reading after high school until I married, and about my wife’s almanbahis şikayet death from breast cancer. I asked about hers as I switched lanes and took the exit off the highway. I noticed she had her hand inside her skirt again. Andrea was quiet for a few moments, then told me of her experiences with her roommate at college. Andrea admitted when they soaked in the hot tub the previous evening, they had sex in front of her friend.I rested my hand on her leg. Andrea laid her hand over mine and pulled it up her thigh, into her skirt cupping my hand over her pussy. I realized she didn’t have panties on and wondered if she sat like that during the church service. She pressed my fingers into her wet pussy and I began to massage her swollen clit while we drove through her neighborhood. Andrea’s body tensed up as her orgasm built within her pussy. When I pulled into her driveway, her pussy went into spasms on my fingers. Andrea’s musky aroma filled the car as her juice drained from her pussy on my fingers and her skirt. We sat in the car for a few moments as she recovered from her orgasm while my cock throbbed in its sticky precum inside my undershorts. I walked Andrea to the door and we kissed until April pulled the door open. Our kiss broken, Andrea turned and introduced her roommate to me. I had met her at church, but never knew her name. April was slimmer than Andrea, but every bit as attractive, with darker hair and green eyes. I noticed her breasts were smaller, but fuller. April was already in her lounge shirt for the night, having returned from her date with a friend. Andrea invited me inside to play some games and visit more with them.April selected a can of Mountain Dew for me, Andrea went down the hall to her room. I noticed a wet spot had formed on the back of her skirt from her cum a few minutes ago. My cock began to relax within its precum. I wondered if I could go to the bathroom and clean it up a bit, and asked April if I could when she returned with my drink.I returned from the bathroom, as Andrea shuffled Skipbo cards. She had pulled on a lounge shirt similar to April’s. almanbahis canlı casino I sat at the table as she dealt the cards and sipped from my can of Dew. I couldn’t help but notice neither one of them were wearing a bra. I was pretty sure Andrea didn’t have panties on, but did April? We began to play as I watched them. April quickly won the first game. I leaned back and munched on a cookie as April shuffled the cards. Andrea began to rub her leg against mine under the table, making my cock erect again. Soon she had her foot in my lap, as April counted out the cards. I laid my free hand on her foot and caressed her leg far as I could reach. Her foot slid down some, and I pulled it into my crotch where she could feel my hard cock. I glanced at Andrea, and she winked with a smile, then slowly licked her lips.Games finished, it was becoming late as I took my leave reluctantly. Andrea and I kissed again at the door, this time undisturbed. She pushed my hand down between her thighs, and I felt once again her bare pussy and fingered her wet clitoris as we kissed. Andrea rubbed her hand over my hard cock, fingering the zipper in my fly. I quickly pulled it open, and Andrea slid her fingers inside, caressing the length of my cock within my undershorts. Too soon, I turned and left after accepting her invitation to come the next evening to her home for an impromptu cookout that she had planned on the spur of the moment.The day could not go by fast enough for me at work as I eagerly looked forward to the cookout date we had. At home finally, I quickly showered and dressed, then decided to go commando within my shorts and stripped the underwear off. I arrived at their home, and smelled the charcoal smoking when I got out of my car. April opened the door as I stepped on the porch. She was wearing a mini skirt, and a loose, tie dyed tank top that was a couple of sizes too large. It was clear she didn’t have a bra on. She told me Andrea was in the back yard trying to keep the charcoal lit, as I followed her through the house admiring her legs. Andrea was coughing in the smoke from the almanbahis casino grill. I offered to take over. Andrea gladly stepped away, giving me a quick hug. I stood to one side of the smoky grill and watched Andrea go into the house. She was wearing a mini skirt and a halter top that accentuated her body.I stirred the charcoal, creating a dense blanket of smoke, and noticed Andrea had tossed in a few hickory wood chips which were still a bit green. I pulled them to one side of the grill, and stood back for the smoke to clear. Andrea and her friend were busily setting the food on the table and waving the flies away. They were chatting happily to each other. I watched Andrea reach across the table, her skirt riding up her bare buttocks. Then April pulled the bag of chips open and leaned to pour it into a large bowl, her shirt dropping away from her breasts. My cock stirred and swelled within my shorts and I reached down to shift it to a more comfortable place as Andrea came to the grill with a platter of hamburger meat. She saw what I was doing and smiled. I took the plate, and she gave my cock a quick squeeze over my shorts with her free hand. I noticed Andrea’s nipples were tenting the top she had on. I watched the hem of her skirt sway as she went back to the deck, revealing her shapely thighs going up to her buttock.I began to grill the meat and was becoming sweaty, so I backed up and pulled my shirt off. Andrea came to me, running her hand over my bare back as I turned to her. She slid her hand around my ribcage to my chest, and brushed her hand over my nipple lightly as she picked my shirt off the grill handlebar. She winked at me as she turned and I again watched her thighs working out of her skirt as she returned to the house. My cock became firmer within my shorts at the sight of her bare thighs and butt. The meat had browned and sizzled when I decided the burgers were ready and removed them from the grill as both women returned with condiments and relishes to the table. I came up with the plate of hamburgers and noticed their flushed faces and nipples tenting the fabrics of their tops. I wondered had they engaged in some sexual quickie within the house as they prepared the vegetables, or was it because of myself stripping at the grill?We sat at the table, with Andrea beside me on the bench and April facing us on the other bench.