8 — EquilateralJack and Brigid kissed on, and Jen felt another ridiculous shiver of jealousy flutter up inside of her.
Jealous? Why? This was her idea — or at least, partially hers. She nibbled on Brigid’s ear, and let her hand trail down to where Brigid’s fingers were still loosely curled around Jack’s c**k. Looking her childish churlishness in the face, she wrapped her fingers around Brigid’s so that they were tight against Jack’s flesh, and moved her friend’s hand down and then up again.
They both groaned, mouths muffling mingled delight.
Jen smiled. Giving Brigid’s ear a good, long lick, she whispered, “He likes it when you squeeze like that. He’s come twice already tonight — and he’s not a nineteen-year-old any more. No need to be timid.”
Following Jen’s advice, Brigid gave a long
