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Cindy sure knew how to heat up the evening furthermore. She put herself in control and we happily followed her play. We knew how this was going to end; it was worth it. So Cindy started directing: "Laura get up! You are already hard, good! You will be Denise, Cindy's neighbor. So you have just finished your Yoga session, you are sweaty, and, as usual, very horny. So you crave to get off, on your own, in the wet freshness of the morning. Come on! Get up and grab the armchair with one hand at arm's length... imagine it is the edge of the deck, move your hips forward so to approach it and insert your cock through the balusters, rest your body on the top rail and extend your hand over it to grab your cock." Cindy was a bit bossy, but Laura did just that, all as she said, on the invisible rail, tiptoeing as a natural reaction because she was a bit short, with her eyes closed, feeling the effect of her pleasure, outdoors, alone. She was truly into it as she kept lengthening her arm to hold the chair and pushed her hips back and forth and her cock was pointing down soothing it with her other hand while her breast flowed at the rhythm of her body. And I could picture her perfectly, with her breasts hanging beyond the top rails, its lower edges slightly crushed over the rail and therefore inflating them with widely expanded areolas and pointy dark nipples. "Yes, that's it Laura... you look really into it. Are you high on pleasure?" Laura could not answer, she was somewhere else, she was very wet in the crotch, she was fully enjoying it. "Now you, Claire...go to her. You know what to do" said Cindy. I sure did.. I wanted it badly. I looked at Cindy as she was still spread on the sofa, looking intensely at Laura. I was already hard, she did not notice, I got close to Laura's bum fast and ready. Cindy had managed to find a double headed dildo, the ones she likes best, and was inserting it slowly into her. She loved to imagine it was a real one, like ours, and would handle it as enthusiastically as us; I often asked myself if she did not feel the same as us, the pleasure of a real cock, and then better: she could insert it in herself at her wish. She was really into the scene as she interjected "Look girls, I am Claire!", with her hand pumping the dildo. Oh girl!
I had spilled all my seed and the flower was still virgin. No way I would be able to gather my cum from my skin, yoga mat and floor and insert it in the flower. I had to come again. As it happens, with my neighbor and her friend still getting at it with a frenetic intensity and I still lying down facing up I caught again the luminous face full of pleasure of my neighbor, eyes closed, enraptured in her cloud. But in a blink of a second as she flew in that state of arousal she opened her eyes, staring directly at me as I was still intent on enjoying watching her in her pleasure. That stare launched a jolt through my spine ending at my cock, which started its revival; the smile that followed gave a whole lot of energy to its lengthening; as she pushed her hips forward to give me a better glimpse of her sizeable cock wet with cum I hardened fast. God I wanted to eat her. She may have thought I was a girl not like her since she could see my large tits with its swollen areolas but not my fully engorged cock. But she surely did grasp how much she made me horny. As far as I knew she was teasing a girl. I needed to remedy that. She had closed her eyes again and her mouth was back shut pressing her lips to contain all her pleasure. I had to show her mine: I wanted her to know we were alike and that she fascinated me. So I swiftly moved to lie on the floor with my body on the edge of my patio. Now, the next time she looked down, she would be able to see me from head to toes: tits flowing sideways, flat stomach, long hard cock, firm balls and muscled thighs. There would be no doubt I was like her. I let out a shriek, as if reaching a high note in my self-pleasure trip. She opened her eyes again and I saw precisely the sway of her eyes over the length of the newly found body and the smile again, larger this time, when she stopped to stare at my groin, where I was pumping my glistening cock which was producing a fantastic amount of pre-cum. I raised my free arm towards her as a reflex to my wish to hold her cock. I think this made it for her: with a few strong strokes and a suite of low shrieks she came onto the void and I watched the raining sperm as in slow motion: I could see as each jet split into drops, each drop reached the floor. I opened my hand to get some to the raining semen to no avail; the first jets fell into the lawn, and a couple of the last ones reached my tits and neck. She seemed happy that I had shared her seed. Now I heard her tell her friend to let it all out deep in her asshole. Oh I wish I could be inside her. But now she knew who I was. Now I knew that she got excited with me. Was there still a need for the flower? Oh yes. More than ever. And I was still to come.