Woulf dismissed him. He rushed to the bathroom and busted open the nearest stall door. He unzipped his jeans and instantly went back to the thought of...Ms. Woulf's succulent breasts and the possible ecstasy he could get from squeezing them in his hands. The cool breeze suddenly sways over his penis giving him the chills and reminding him of the reason he had come here in the first place. He took his cock in hand and started to rapidly stroke himself to get out of there as soon as he could... he. ”Show her your cock, Ed,” I suggested. “ Let her suck it.”Stacey grinned at me and then looked up at Ed.”Yeah,” she growled. “Let me suck it.”Ed dropped his shorts and kicked them away. He straddled her chest and hung his throbbing cock in her face.”Ooh, nice one!” Stacey squealed.”Go ahead, don’t be shy,” Rachael urged. “We like to share.”Stacey lifted her head and took the fat tip of his cock into her mouth. We watched as she slowly sucked and took him down her throat. I noticed Rachael. She had a generous figure and one of my mates who reckoned that he knew these things told me once that she was a g-cup bra size. She was probably what my mother would have called blowsy, but I had always thought she was quite pretty. Despite her reputation as a good time girl, Sharon was a clean screw, there had never been any talk of her giving boys the clap, as they said about some girls who were known to have round heels. She was a ladies hairdresser at a shop in town but lived over on the. It seemed as if she could not get enough pleasure making me feel good. She worked her way up to my hips, and then my side, her hands were now gliding all over my body, she would brush the top of my bush once and a while and then my tummy, and around my breast. It seemed like she was going out of her way not to touch my breast or my bush. (Know I was breathing hard, very hard. I knew this was an outward sign that I was truly hot as hell. I know my pussy;.