Sleeping With My Stepsister’s Closest Friend (unprotected Intimacy)

I don’t think you’re old. “He knows I have sex. “Still, I don’t know….” He trailed off, his mind opened to hitherto uncontemplated avenues. “Make sure you get the right hole; anal is a lesson for another day.”
He knelt behind her, his wet prick pointed at her equally wet vagina, and eased in. “He made us both come at once!”
“Aw, shucks,” I said with a grin. I didn’t know things like this went on.”
“Yeah,” agreed Logan. Not wanting to be left out, Emily cuddled up to her front, and we rested, basking in the sublime sensation of post-orgasmic bliss. She seemed startled by the smell of it, and after glancing at it in surprise, remembered she’d had it buried knuckle-deep in her snatch a moment before.