“To catch up.”“Oh.” Paul hastily undid his and pulled them off, while keeping his gaze on Mia: standing there, in just sheer tights, that shor... miniskirt, and vest tee. Oh and bra, and panties underneath of course.Mo took his shoes off too, with weird things going on in his head like it wasn’t really him.“Drink,” Mia set the example again. “Okay now it’s my tights and your socks.”By the end of the can Paul was shirtless, along with Mo, and Mia was in well-filled purple bra and miniskirt,. I could hear the slurping of your tongue in my sweet sap and as you reached up and delved one, then two fingers into my expectant hole and your speed increased I began panting; craving you deeper into my cunt. I couldn’t open myself up to you enough, I wanted you to feast on me and I could tell you were ravenous. As you were crouching over me I could feel your cock stroking against my leg. You were beginning to dribble precum and the sensation of it pooling stickily on my leg was sending me. When I handed her her beer and saw how tipsy she already was, even though it was only her third, I knew how I was going to get her hot tight ass out of her pants. I sat down, a little closer to her than before and casually put my arm around her. She smiled up at me and kept drinking.I was feeling adventurous and put my beer down, letting my now free hand move up her leg from her toes, to her foot, to her knee and then to the top of her thigh, very slowly, enjoying the feel of her slim athletic. "Mama knows," Terence reported shortly. "So does Toby." How did THAT happen?" Damian started trying to guess at the implications."Dunno. Toby said he stumbled onto us and Beth the other night. He didn't go deep..." Beth told on us and he's covering her ass," Damian posited."Nah. He said she wouldn't -- and I believe him," Terence argued."So how?" Damian demanded."He was peeping, I guess," Terence shrugged."Okay, so, how bad?" Damian asked."Well, Mama blurted it, but she was cool -- said it was.