The dildo was a little thicker than my son’s cock. My other hand rubbed my clitty. The dildo slid faster. God, I already wanted to come. I wanted Mr... Rachel to come, too. I got on to my knees, faced the other way and aimed my ass at the window. Reaching between my legs, I fucked myself doggie style. I wasn’t able to use my other hand, but I could peek through my legs at my watcher. He stood right at the window and his arm was moving like he was masturbating, but I couldn’t be sure. I chose to. Smiling, Greg was pleased that his words had such an effect on his son.After a few seconds, he said, “Are you going to drive me home?”“Oh, sorry,” Harry said feeling flustered. It was seldom that he drifted off like that. Looking over at his father, he said, “I was thinking about things.”With the appropriate level of enthusiasm, Lisa let Harry know that she was proud that he had his driver’s license. Jack looked in a different direction feeling a little uneasy about the intimacy of her. 'With that my face and mouth were dripping with cum from the tidal wave that was his orgasm. 'You ready to get fucked white bitch? Tell me!' Ohhhhh! YESSSS!! Fuck me hard. Dave flipped me over with one hand and I was on my knees. He entered my pussy slow at first ..then faster and harder he pumped. My mouth was filled with Kenny's nine inch cock. With each thrust from Dave my mouth took in more of Kenny. Each one of these men had a tit in their hand. The sensation of their fingers on my nipples. ‘Oh my god!’ thought Lorna, she's masturbating! She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Of course Lorna played with herself too, but not as much since arriving at college as she had done at home. She only felt comfortable here doing it in the relative privacy of the shower because she shared a room and was worried in case, well, in case something like this happened!When Lorna did it she would lean back against the shower wall tiles and stimulate herself with her fingers (at home she had often.