I rushed into the toilet and started wanking with her used panty while smelling it and checking the part that touches her Pussy. I continuously looked...for a chance to approach her bit wad scared.She has a habit of listening to my phone calls on the parallel line when I talk to my friends and I have always been careful while talking to my friends. Next day, my friend too seems his mom naked and tells me all about her. So do I. I purposely called my friend and started a conversation and as. Instead I said nothing, but moved his hand further up my leg till his hot fingers found my parts. The tingling sensations when he cupped my balls was great, but even better when he knelt to his knees between my legs and I felt his hot, wet tongue touched my cum sacks made me moan softly and part my knees wide to give him full access. He ran his tongue slowly from my brown butt bud to my balls leaving my cock waiting and eager. He sucked long and soft on each nut, probed my ass deep with his. But Sam, I wanna do something first…”Sometimes certain signals are more easily picked up on when you’re intoxicated… This immediately grabbed my attention. Looking at her through my own growing intoxication, I realized that she was ahead of me and definitely well into her own experience, probably due to the weed and alcohol, and she was suddenly a very different creature. She had her knees pulled up with her feet on the dash and my hand was now squeezed tightly between her thighs. I remember. I sighed loudly and eased my eyelids a fraction apart. I stopped. Ben was nowhere in sight. My pussy tingled, demanding attention as I looked about through the steamed up windows and saw no sign of the object of my lust. “For fuck’s sake!” I muttered.The pneumatics on the tailgate hissed and I jerked in surprise. A squeal escaped my lips as much from surprise as from my fingernail dragging across my G-spot and my pussy happily gripping my finger. I felt the suspension shift as Ben sat down and.