My french knickers were soaked by this point and so i slowly took them off making sure the drivers of the cars either side of me couldnt see. Hitching...up my skirt i slowly started to stroke my swollen clit all the time knowing what Ben was doing in the shower. As i worked 2 fingers inside my wet pussy I could feel my juices running across the palm of my hand. I bit my lip and closed my eyes and right then i didnt care who was watching me. The vibrations of the car engine were making the feeling. As if I would EVER have the brass balls to even think about doing something like that. I didn't say anything but simply nodded. Boy, did my throat feel dry. I was a bundle of nerves as Mom suddenly reached up to the front of her brassiere and unclipped it. Still holding the garment to her chest, she looked up at me under her halo of Doris Day hair."Ready?" she asked.NO. YES. NO. WAIT. MAYBE. HOLY SHIT.TITS!*Mom dropped her bra onto the floor.Leaving her standing there with her right arm across. I lost myself in a pile of male bodies, and I'm sure Suzette did the same. At the end of the evening, though, we were lying on the couch, side-by-side, and holding hands as a couple of guys put it to us. The guy who was giving it to Suzette was doing at it hard enough her body was shaking and her boobs were bouncing back and forth. She was squealing with every thrust, and grabbed my hand as she got close.We had this spectacular four-way climax, and afterward we lay there, glowing."You realize. Although I’ve always thought of it as being athletic. “Ok Meraina where am I taking you?” Dave queried. “Well I was kind of hoping we could go to your place.” Dave just nodded his head and stroked his beard. Dave was very skinny almost two dimensional. He was about 5’11” with long black hair and very long goatee. When Dave finally said something I was surprised at his voice. He sounded almost reasonable. I really thought he’d be mad. “Is this a permanent arrangement or are we just talking for.