However, as I looked at Becky, her gleaming smile told me she knew."Becky! Jesus! What if they saw you doing that to me?" So? It's not like your Mom h...sn't seen us before. Or joined in the act herself." Okay... but Dad was also there! That makes it a different matter." Shhh, lover. You heard him. They're thinking about getting frisky themselves." Becky! Oh shit!" I replied as her fingers dug under my shorts again and grasped my stiff member."Please!" I couldn't finish my sentence as Becky's. Mitch slipped his hand underneath the sweater and felt Kandy spread her legs in anticipation. She was wearing a dress, which made access easy for him. His fingers went directly to her pussy; it is all she could do to keep gasping out loud. He wasn't gentle at all, and forced his hand inside her panties. Kandy scooted down slightly in the seat, with her legs spread so he could get his fingers all the way inside of her.While John contentedly watched the movie, he had no idea that Mitch was. Sure you won’t join us?” I couldn’t. I had a big paper due in the morning and dinner out with Dyl and Scottywould mean staying up half the night to edit it. “Don’t get too drunk,” I reached over and back to grab his butt, too, but he turned so my hand pressed his crotch instead. I noted, with some satisfaction, that he was sporting a semi like mine. “And wake me when you get home.” “Oh I will, dude,” he laughed, wiping sweat from his face. “I feel kinda stupid telling you this, but watching. Her straight dark brown hair fell onto her shoulders and behind the concave lenses of her spectacles were a pair of sparkling light green eyes. She had a tell-tale awkwardness and a shy laugh which betrayed to Emma the nature of Beatrice’s feelings towards her. It was fairly easy for Emma to convert a conversation about the relative merits of Dostoëvsky and Turgenev to a night out together after she’d finished work in one of Sunbury’s quieter restaurants. Emma was pleased that Beatrice had.