Most notably the loudest one, who was also the hottest. I'd masturbated to her a few times in the past, before I built up more self-control.I digress....I was starting to feel sore around the border of my genitals, probably from being choked by my boxer slit for so long. Looking out for the little guy, I slid those down to keep my shorts company. If you were to take a picture and crop out my chest and legs, you would think I was fully naked.I've never been the noisy type when it came to. Standing there in my bedroom, frozen in place, unsure if it was from fear or excitement I let this stranger play with my swollen breast. Soon after I felt his arm move away from my waist and down towards my wet, stirring pussy. I could feel it wanting, growing, and begging for attention. It has been awhile since I have received this type of attention from anyone other than myself. One finger at a time I feel his hand over my warm clit, with that my entire body goes into overdrive with feeling.. Susan had cooked their supper, and had set out to show them that she was just as good a cook as her Mom and/or Althea. She had fixed fried chicken, green beans, biscuits, mashed potatoes, and cream gravy. There was a pot of fresh brewed coffee, and a gallon each of ice tea, and Kool-ade. They carried Gloria's things in and put them in the Guest Room, to give her an empty closet. Gloria sat on the bed after hanging up her clothes, and wept. Susan heard her, as she passed her room, and called her. Paulo came very close to me, I could feel his breath, he had his nose close to my butt to smell me, my pussy got wet all the time, then he rocked me, called me, almost made a scandal. Me neither. He couldn't stand to look and rubbed my ass lightly. It was an incredible feeling. I had never felt a hand other than my husband's. I was lying on my side and with my leg shrunk and I knew that my pussy would be well exposed. Paulo walked back and forth in the living room, in the kitchen he returned to.