We begin to open our mouths, kissing more passionately. Our tongues slowly finding each other so they can begin their passionate unseen dance. You b...gin moaning as my hand is still rubbing your pussy over your panties. I feel the warmth escaping your pussy along with how wet your panties are becoming. You are writhing more on the bed as I feel you try to move your hands, but I have them together above your head on the bed, just holding them down in place. My hand slips up above your. Glancing down she could already see the beginnings of his hard-on, obviously getting excited.For his part he was totally surprised by the actions of this young girl. Recovering he knew what part he was to play in this scene, one of his favorite fantasies. She was right; he was definitely getting a hard-on watching this young school girl removing his shoes and socks. Leaving him she went to retrieve a drink for the two of them, scotch on the rocks for him and a soda, complete with straw for her.. And still it swelled. She too had been swollen, heavy with her ninth child. Marty, her third husband, dear sweet Marty, had fought the river. And she by his side had fought, too, filling and toting sand bags for several days without stop, battling to keep the river from the house. The river ate and ate at the levee, devouring it nearly as fast as they built, had begun to nibble at the East corner of the house before the rains had finally ceased. To this day the house tilted that way. But the. Only my ankles, and head were able to move at that point. "I will remember this night for the rest of my life," she told me. "Me too," he mentioned. Our heads turned to the sight of him awake, with his hands on his cock. "Holy mother fucking shit, my current wife, is fucking the shit out of my ex-wife," he moaned. All three of us had giant smiles on our face, as he inched towards us. His strokes gained speed, as his moans got louder. "You two hot woman want some love juice?" he mumbled. No.