It seems only right that you do

You look at the two mothers wriggling their asses at you, their faces imploring. Carefully, you lay the paddle on the desk beside Helen, who gives a little anxious gasp.

"Comfort me," she whispers. "With your fingers. Like Miss Marshall would."

"Yes," moans Marcia. "Oh God I need comfort. My poor little ass." Both women widen their stance and raise their asses higher, exposing their labia glistening with nectar. You reach out with both hands, teasing both mothers with your fingers as your stroke their puffy lips, feeling the heat rise off them like an oven.

"Oh God yesss like that, oh yes like that," Helen whimpers, wriggling at your touch.

"Mmmmm…comfort me...put them inside...oh please I need comfort..." Marcia moans, looking back at you with wanton eyes. "Oh God Yes Right There....Oh Yes That's the spot!"

"Me too," Helen whines. "Put them inside me too! Oh My Yesssss that's so...so comforting...."

"Remember...Remember what Miss Marshall told us....to comfort us..." Marcia gasps as you finger her sodden cunt. Helen gives a happy whimper of excitement and turns to face her friend, her rump stirring as she grinds her pussy against your fingers. With mutual gasps the two mothers are kissing hungrily, moaning into each other's mouths as your fingers explore their drenched holes and tease their engorged clits.

"Is this what Miss Marshall would do?" you growl.

"Yes...and sometimes....sometimes with a toy...or..mmmmm you taste so good Helen...."

"Sometimes she'd makes us eat each other....while she watched...."

"The filthy old dyke....Oh God that's my Spot! Oh God Yes! Kiss me Helen....Kiss me while he fingers me!"

"Do you comfort them....the girls....do you comfort them Dean Hawkfeather…Oh God that's so good!" Helen squeaks excitedly.

"I want more comfort, I want more than fingers!" Marcia growls like a bitch in heat. "Give me your cock Dean Hawkfeather. Comfort me, punish me, I don't care....just fuck me!"