He was hairy and muscular. Even though this was humiliating Janey got wet. He was a super specimen of alpha manhood . He rubbed her tits through her b...a and then pulled it down. He sucked on her tits the small nipples hardening. His hand rubbed in her damp cotton panties. “mmmm slut loves this.”His fingers entered her and he rubbed his clit with his thumb. His tongue was in her mouth he stank of fags. She was now wrapped round him needing to cum his fingers kept up the work on her.“You fucking. “Yeah, but...”“I think I’m gonna sleep in tomorrow,” she said, her voice dull and lifeless. “I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll try to be in a better mood. Okay?”“Sure,” I said. “No problem.”We said goodbye and hung up.“Yeah,” I grumbled, “beating ‘em off with a stick.”Trip didn’t call Randi, so I gave him a hard time about it over breakfast. For whatever reason, he had to work up the nerve before he was brave enough to make a move. I didn’t have the same problem, but I knew why: Susan. I. Sure, it feels good, but Im not about to cum on his face from his haphazard flicks. To distract him from his futile task, I pull him up to his feet and sit him on the stump. Taking his 7 inch cock out of his pants, I begin to show him what real tongue action is. I slowly lick up his shaft, rubbing my tongue against the underside of the head of his dick. Sucking greedily on the head, I work my hands up and down the length, reaching to play with his balls to earn extra moans of approval. His hips. “Have you ever had a hand job?” she asked, very matter of factly. I shook my head “no” without looking away from her hand wrapped around me. “Well this is a hand job. Just like when you finger a girl, your fingers are supposed to feel like your penis is inside her, with a hand job her hand is supposed to feel like a vagina is around your penis, make sense?” I nodded, still not looking away as she kept stroking while she talked. “In other words, fingering is you using your hands to make her.