I worked my way up to her nipple and tweaked it between my thumb and forefinger, resulting in a moan, so I tweaked it some more, and she moaned even l...uder, as she began dry humping my upper thigh. 'Boy! Is she hot! And am I hot! Damn! I can't remember the last time that I was this hot-to-trot.'I couldn't stand it any longer, I had to fuck her, and fuck her good. With a feverish sense of urgency, I undid her skirt, dropped to my knees and pulled her lacy black panties down to her ankles. I. Be a doll, Darryl. And get my bag from the closet" When I returned with my mother's bag. She had Ryan's leg propped up on to the couch. Giving me a clear few of Ryan's big hairy balls. I'm not gay. But I couldn't stop looking at his huge balls. And to make matters worse, my cock was getting hard.While my mother was applying an ointment to Ryan's inner thigh. Ryan had a clear shot at my mother's 38DDD's, that were very close to flopping out of her lowcut nightgown. As she continued to massage. In contrast, our intimacy would be seen as a complete abomination and bring total condemnation upon us. So, James and I quickly agreed that we would never tell anyone about it or do it again. However, this wise decision took no account of the inviting door that had opened when James and I shared the taste of honey. We both knew that there could be so much more to our friendship.We were nervous when James’ folks arrived home. Silly, as it seems now, we were afraid that they would somehow know. “Did I ever tell you what a beautiful pussy you have babe?” Pat chuckled. “See, it’s not just my ass that you get away with touching.” Sara said. “Now I do need to talk to you.” Pat let her go and they walked to the dining room and out of my view. I was playing with my dick as I imagined her talking to Pat. I wondered if she was sucking his dick or if he was touching her. Twenty minutes passed, then twenty five. At thirty minutes I decided to go in and see. Sara was standing by the fireplace.