Phir mera bhi lund khada hone laga. Me chori nazro se usko dekh ne laga. To wo apni boob ko press kar rahahe aur hoth ko apni dant se kat rahahhe. Aur...meri nazar auski panty pe padi. Dekha to uski panty choot ki jagah pe thoda gila he me samajh gaya ki wo garam hoke pani chhod rahahe. Phir me anjan banke apna haat uski jangh pe rakh diya wo mera haat ko leke uski panty ke upar uski choot pe rakh diya. Aur mere haat se uski choot ko sehlane laga phir me aut of control ho gaya aur me uth ke beth. So I didn't really give it another thought. It was really itching bad, and I kept rubbing it on my shorts (I wear shorts at work 'cause it gets hot with all the presses running) trying to get rid of that darned itch. I think back now, and wonder if it was trying to tell me something. I just thought that it was a paper cut that was healing. The cutter I was using was from the 70s and was a real antiquated POS (piece of shit). Since day one I had been trying to get them to get a newer and. Jon had one knee on each side of Jessicas waist, while he lay on top of her, making out for quite a while it seemed. Jessica noticed that their hips were moving in sync with each other, grinding his hard, massive dick against her ever-dampening clothed pussy through his jeans. She wondered how long that had been going on. Jons hands reached around her back and found her delectable ass, giving it firm squeezes as he used it as momentum to grind into her harder. This was more than Jessica had. I ask her does she remember how all this started? she laughs and nods her head exaggeratedly, killing the cigarette. "how much longer have you got?" she asks. Well traffic is usually bad at this time so I could stay a while longer. "That's good" she says as she gets up and shoves her cunt in my face again. She's pushing my face into her as i suck on her clit once more. Her clit is poking out from it's hood of skin, almost like a cock as I start to work on it. My hands are moving up and down her.