I giggle even harder and then hollered like a cowgirl, feeling the slick sausage slide in and out from between my feet. I moved my right foot to the f...ont of his swollen member and let his cock dart in and out from between my toes and then he stopped abruptly. I felt the rush of a river flow between my toes and eagerly watched a white stream spray from the tip of his snake. It shot straight up in the air and landed on my thigh. It felt warm and thick and as I felt him quickly pump his cock. Either we are too busy, too bored, or something else. Frankly, I think we are too scared…we might get into perfect position, everything correct, and fail. At this point, it looks like we are losing the battle against time.’ Megan: ‘I have one suggestion: the Honeymoon Inn. It is a bed and breakfast out in the country about 35 miles from here. They specialize in helping newlyweds and 2nd honeymooners do fantasy, play acting, all sorts of fun. Their promise is, you will have fun or it’s free.. I immediately let out another nervous surprised yelp, as my stepmother held her foot on my crotch touching my hard cock through my Jeans."What the hell is that?" Beth asked looking at me in disbelief."It's... my phone" i said trying to think of something.She moved her foot again up and down while pressing down a bit as well, and was now most definitely rubbing my cock through my jeans."It doesn't feel like a phone" she replied before a look of realisation crossed her face, and suddenly she knew. Simmons!” He folded the paper over and gave me a knowing, roguish wink. If tradition held, he’d get up and head inside about a minute after me--just long enough to not be super obvious about it. I knew because I’d watched him as well, peeking from behind the safety of the white lace curtains above the sink. I was watching him now, nibbling at the inside of my lip and wondering if that was a slight bulge in his jeans or a trick of the light and my own perverted imaginings.I reached down, meaning.