And then changed tracks on me.Did you masturbate when you were looking at me ?I froze I didn’t know what to say to that.Did you ????………….. I...s OK if you did.I looked at the floor ………yesIts OK everyone does it…………can You please tell me what you seen that made you want to masturbate ?She said it so nicely I wanted to tell her but I didn’t want to embarrass her.Oh no. This was a nightmare. I was going to have to sit here and tell this forty something lady and mother of my best friend I had seen. She was conservative when it came to things like this.We chose a Saturday morning and I drove to meet Zoya at their home while Arjun would come to our house. I even managed to pass Arjun as I was driving over. I had no idea how this would all play out, but my cock was getting hard in my pants. Zoya was shaped like an Amazon. She was nearly six feet tall, blonde, and very shapely. I did think to myself of all the times I had wondered what having sex with Zoya would be like.I got to Zoya and she. With a lolly in his hand it was simple to distract the animal long enough to secure the rod to his head. He had no worries of killing his only friend because he once before had seen her take a direct hit only to survive unharmed. The prince only wanted to cause her discomfort and he was sure this would do the trick. The one flaw, well maybe not the one but at least the biggest was that now Snaggletooth had a belly full of copper sticks and once the lighting interacted with all that ductile. Yes.” Cassie was still on a cloud of joy, as Chris heaved into her and vaguely she was aware of him filling her completely. Massively. It had been so long. How good it was. “Pull back and push again,” she instructed, kissing wildly at his face leaning over her.Chris managed two more thrusts before it became a series of rapid heaves and one gigantic push. Cassie knew he was cumming, and with such vigour, pulse after pulse as he emptied into her. It had been so good for her, better than she could.