I closed my eyes, enjoying the freedom in the moment. I absolutely love masturbating, especially when I can just do it spontaneously wherever I am.I t...ought for a second about sitting on one of the many deck chairs, but decided to just stay with the moment. My v-jay responded quickly with plenty of warm lube to make my fingers slick as I slid them across my slit. With my other hand, I reached back to rub my ass hole. Looking down, I saw my nipples poking out into the red bikini top that was. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to hurt you.” God, he sounded dejected as he began straightening his clothes.“That’s okay, honey,” Miss Slutty said. “I know how men are. Want me to jerk you off?”“Nah. Fuck it.” With that, Don got out and walked away. “Where’s he going? Is he going to be okay,” she asked us. “He’s probably going home, and he’ll be fine,” I replied. Knowing him, he’d spend the rest of the night walking the fifteen-plus miles home. “Y’all got any interest in the movies?” They. Every accidental glance in my direction was, in my head, a coy and knowing communication. Every subtle gesture, every flip of the hair, was meant to attract my attention. Every glance at her phone was a hope to find a message from me.By the time I was driving home with my wife, I'd have a carefully constructed personality, complete with favorite colors and animals, ticklish spots and preferred sexual positions. I'd work through an extremely detailed post-event rendezvous, where we'd be free to. Instead I forced myself to relax and could only groan as she sucked me slowly. She used her hands on my shaft to guide her mouth, at times taking my dick out from between her velvety lips completely so that she could trail kisses over my shaft. The effect of her sucking me like that with her breasts hanging down like thick cones was really driving me to the brink.“I really like your cock, David." she said as she stroked me. "It feels so smooth in my mouth.” God, she sounded so seductive at that.