Do you like my boobs? Do the other one…Oh god…I’m sooo wet.” I just made myself comfortable and for the next half hour or so I felt, and kiss...d and nibbled and teased her tits. She was thrusting her hips up to press my now rock hard dick and was basically dry humping me for all she was worth. “Michael..I think I’m going to cum.” She whispered. “Do you mind if I cum?” With that she pushed her hips up against my penis and throwing her head back, she groaned “ I’m. One way I have discovered to increase the pleasure is to masturbate surreptitiously in public. Typically I would go to a pub or club wearing a baggy pair of jeans that have had the front pockets strategically cut allowing me to carefully wank with my hand innocently seeming to be in my pocket. For obvious reasons masturbation in public like this has to be carried out with much greater discretion than if you are alone in the bedroom, bathroom or wherever. Instead of a full on cock-wrestling. Her red ceremonial toga hid her bountiful E-cup breasts. Her active life had given her a little gift of slender arms, toned thighs and legs as well as a flat, tone and smooth belly. Her waist was a healthy narrow as expected of her hourglass figure but her hips were wide, nice and well-suited for birthing children. Her ample ass was no less impressive. Beneath her mortar board cap was her towhead blonde hair. Reaching just below her mid-back, Derissa usually kept her hair tied up in a nice pony. “Off the kitchen, I think.”Nobody had seen him wander off, so it took a minute to locate the kitchen. It was a wreck too, with cabinet doors missing, and dirt covering the floor. Mixed in the pile were dry, white, scattered bones.“What was that,” asked Hilda Mae fearfully.Luthor got down and picked up several bones, making both the Wilson girls shudder.“I’d say coon,” said Luthor, looking around. “It either died in here, or something brought it in here to eat it.”“Eeeewwww” squealed Bernadette.