I wondered if I’d made a wet spot everyone could see. I felt my slick cunt lips sliding back and forth against each other. I wanted desperately to t...uch my cunt, I teased myself by waiting.When I got home and ran to my room, like an addict needing a fix. Pulling off my soaked panties as I entered, having stripped my top and shorts in the hallway. I took a deep breath from the soaked crotch, I was hornier then I’d ever been, it was so exciting.I new what my pussy needed, and as soon as my. She had mental flashes of a hard, thick cock driving up her back door, of tongues lapping at her cunt and clit, and of her mother reaming her pussy with a dildo – where did that one come from, she wondered. She looked over at her mother, talking to John. Yes, she’d been intimate with her, many times. Yes, she loved feeling her mother’s touch on her sensitive areas, gentle and intense at the same time. But, now? At the dinner table? She could almost feel her mother’s tongue pressed. “I think we should invite some guests,” Benito said. “Are you crazy? Mother Fucker. We can’t bring people in on this. Don’t be a jackoff,” Kayla said vehemently. “Well, we can’t go on forever. It’ll all be different next semester, you’ll see,” Jonas defended. “Guests are not part of the agreement,” Tegan said. “I think we need to at least break the pentogomy for the summer. Go back to playing tennis like everybody else, this shit is too complicated,” Jonas suggested. After some. ‘I’ve been super straight since I met Tess,’ I said truthfully, implying to Ellie that I’d been completely faithful. ‘Before her, there were several women at work, and before that…’. ‘I’ll bet you were a stud, weren’t you, Dr. Pedersen,’ she interrupted, smirking. ‘No…but pretty wild,’ I admitted, with due humility. She turned and started walking away from the water, saying something that sounded like, ‘Don’s being…,’ which I couldn’t hear. I watched her round buttocks roll sensuously under her.