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I just stand there like a deer in the headlights facing the hall doorway, with no idea what to do. Apparently Jenny and Hallie are in a similar state of mind because I don't hear any motion behind me. Seconds later Meg appears in the doorway, still topless. At first her face looks similar to what it did in the kitchen, worried that she'd stepped over an invisible line and gotten herself in trouble by letting Kenny touch her. Meg however, quickly takes in the scene her eyes travelling up and down the naked bodies of Jenny and Hallie behind me. From there her eyes briefly flick down to the inevitable tent in my pants. Meg's face changes now, the worry melts away to be replaced by shock and then anger and a glint of something else.

"Meg..." I start to try and explain. She wants nothing to do with that.

"Don't! This is how you react? I let Kenny have an innocent little touch and you immediately search out a couple of little hussies to screw?" I open my mouth to protest but she interrupts me. "Don't!" Meg has a real fire in her eyes now and she charges forward into the room and grabs my hand. "Well don't let me stop you, if this is what you really want do it."

Meg spins me around thrusting my hand at Jenny's nearest boob. Jenny has a look of shock on her face, still speechless as Meg smashes my hand down on top of her large firm boob.

"Go ahead, grab it feel her up. You probably deserve this because of Kenny." The feel of Jenny's boob in my hand would be wonderful under other circumstances, I can feel that her boobs are nice and firm and a hard nipple is pushing into the palm of my hand. But I don't know where Meg is going with this and I'm a little scared.

"But this isn't all you want is it?" Meg grabs my other hand, "I could smell the sex in the air the second I walked into this room, and I saw the tent in your pants. I know what you were going to do!"

"Meg, no what are you.."

She ignores my protest and shoves my hand onto Jenny's glistening wet pussy. I can only watch as my fingers come in contact with her engorged wet lips. I feel the small patch of light blond hair on the palm of my hand.

Jenny squeals out, "Stop!"

"How can you pretend you don't want this you little hussies? I can feel how wet you already are." Megan's hand which is still on top of mine thrusts a couple of her fingers along with a couple of my fingers under hers deep into Jenny's sopping wet vagina.

"Oh God!" Jenny blurts out and throws her head back.

Meg keeps moving her fingers and mine in Jenny's now almost dripping snatch. "Did you get this wet thinking about my husband's big cock in your little teenage cunt?"