It surprised us both, I think."Oh, sorry, Edie, I didn't mean to do that." It's okay, I guess it felt good, huh?" Oh, it felt really good, wonderful. ...ust wonderful."I was really turned-on and his dick was still hard. I always heard that dicks get soft after they shoot, but his didn't, and I was still rubbing it. I didn't want to stop."Can you take your clothes off, too, Edie?" he asked as he pulled off his shirt.When I got undressed, I hugged him to me, all our naked skin tightly together. He. .. I didn’t know I could play with your boobs at all,” I said. Not that I didn’t want to. They were pretty spectacular.“Of course! Why do you think we sat in the last row of the theater? And I expect to be kissed at least as much as Miss Hot Pants there.”“Huh? Joan?”“You can play with my boobs during the fight scenes. Unless you’re more interested in watching the movie than making out with us.”“Well ... since you put it that way ... but let’s not get too carried away. We’ve got a whole party. She brushed against my hardened cock, which was already straining forcibly against my trousers fabric.Quickly she unzipped it and slid her hand inside. She surely felt my hot, throbbing dick was already wet at the tip.Then she used her fingertips to massage the slickness down the length of my cock…Leaning up, I whispered against her neck, "What are you doing?"In response, she simply ground her hips slowly and seductively against my shaft, moving her hand for better access. "I will do whatever. I drove to a small secluded orange grove overlooking the Pacific Ocean, the fiery sun was just beginning to set, with hues of pink and blue intermingling in the awe-inspiring sky(in reality, we were parked behind a seedy rundown strip bar, and a malfunctioning neon sign blinked pink and blue in an erratic manner). Without uttering a word, she reached over and unfastened my zipper, and took hold of my pulsing 11-inch cock(okay, maybe it isn’t 11 inches, but I’ll bet it’s at least all of 5). She.