Rubbing him in my tights certainly aroused him and I really needed some cock so I took my blouse and skirt off just leaving my bra panties and tights...on and got under the covers and headed towards his cock, he must have been drifting off to sleep but his cock had no intentions of sleeping, I took his semi hard cock in my mouth and deep throated him until he was rock hard, then moved upwards on top of him making sure my silky sheer tights rubbed up his body and kissed him.He then slid under me. My mom yelled Brian NOW! I knew she meant business so I dropped the stones out of my hand and ran up towards the cars. When I got there Uncle Ben was holding up one side of the tent when he told me to put in the rod onto the pin, which I did, then he let go and WHAM! all I remember is closing my eyes and pain, after a few seconds I was able to open them and see that the rod had snapped and caught me on the top of my head. Sara get a towel! Uncle Ben yelled. Sara hearing my cries of pain ran. "It feels really good," I whispered, covering her hand with mine as I drove my pelvis into her harder, making her gasp.I met Marta randomly at school. I was rubbing one out in the bathroom stall and I guess she heard me. She approached me after with her number on a piece of paper and whispered, "If you ever want help with that, call me." I was so flustered it took me a while to text her. But, when I did she told me she has a boyfriend but had been fantasizing about experimenting with another. Long talks, increasingly dirty jokes, and a flirty conversational tone. "You are so bad, Jon. Why do I let you rile me up as you do?" "Because I'm just so devilishly handsome and shmexy." His Irish accent slipped into his tone. Every time he did such a thing, Samantha knew that Jon was thinking quite the opposite. Or just thinking in general, which was quite a revelation. His voice returned from the Twilight zone with a small chuckle. Then a rather long sigh. "Hey, I kinda gotta go. Chores and.