"I'll bet it's sucking cock," Jason said."How did--?!" Cindy blurted before she caught her tongue and ran her hands down her thighs. "I-I don't ... we...really shouldn't be talking about this, not after what happened yesterday. We shouldn't talk about it period."I should throw that right back at her. "Why not?"Cindy stared at him, her mouth opening but closing again without uttering a sound. She shifted position and drew her legs together. "Because ... I ... I-I can't think of a good answer right. I took my hand away, leaned back and undid my pants, sliding them to my ankles and freeing my swollen cock.We continued kissing as she roughly stroked my throbbing cock, her tongue pushing into my mouth. Her hand slowed and she wrapped her fingers around the thick base."I have to taste you," she announced in a husky voice.She lowered her head and I felt her tongue swirling around the fat tip of my engorged cock. It traveled my shaft top to bottom as she licked the full length."So thick..." she. She laughed and poked my erection with her foot exclaiming “looks like someone got an eyeful !” but that one touch was enough to push me over the edge and a large wet stain slowly spread over the front of my shorts as I came in my pants.My face glowed bright red with embarrassment as she stared in shock at the spreading wet spot but she then started apologising profusely before grabbing me by the hand saying “we better get this cleaned up before the others arrive home”.She quickly dragged me. By the time we had reached my garden gate I wasbreathing rather heavily and felt rather flushed. "Are you all right,dear?" asked Mrs Robinson. Her eyes looked down at the front of myskirt. "Oh, I see," she said. "I'll help you with that." We went intoher house and put the shopping down. She led me into the kitchen andshe picked up a glass. "Now stand still and hold your skirt up for me."I could only imagine the view she had of my throbbing cock strainingagainst my pretty pink knickers. The view.