You ruck your skirt up, pull down your panties, spread your legs lewdly and stick a finger in your needy cunt, in one smooth motion."There, are you ha...py?" you ask her.She isn't. Your hand deposits the panties in your purse, but returns with the pantyliner."No," you beg. "Not that."Your hand moves of its own volition, overruled by your cunt. The liner soon finds its way to your nose. You try to hold your breath, but eventually you are forced to inhale the musky scent her arousal.Your fingers. Justin was six-oneand had a runner's build. He had found an apartment five miles fromthe office, and he often rode his bike to work to stay in shape. Hiswavy brown hair was a bit long, but he liked it that way; it made upfor the fact that he had little to no facial hair. It was a familycurse, and even though he'd tried to grow a moustache in college, hecould never get more than peach fuzz.In college he'd had several long-term girl friends, but none wantedto get married. While he was. Pre-cum started to rise."Here goes then!" I said to Angel as I took her hand and we strolled briskly out of the trees and made directly for mom and Clare. Looking ahead I could see that mom had seen us approaching and then gave a 'double take' as she obviously realised we were naked. She instantly got to her feet and Clare, at the same time, knelt up to see what had caught mom's attention. By this time Angel and I were only twenty yards away and walked right up to mom and Clare before either. She bobs along his enormous cock. She's holding and massaging his smooth balls, while she sucks, slurps, and gags on his huge prick. She’s making all these wet sucking noises as she blows this guy. The guy picks up her hair and starts to face fuck her really fast. She can barely keep up with him. The guy is pounding her mouth. “Oh fuck, this is really hot to watch.” I’m now stroking my cock faster and faster and rubbing and holding my balls. Some of my pre-cum is dripping off the head of my.