Looking over her shoulder, making sure that the camera was on her, Michelle’s hand slipped inside her panties. From the rear of her I could she her ...ingers work gently between the folds of her pussy, her finger briefly dipping into the depths of her still hidden delights. I could hear her breath quicken and her back stiffen slightly as she intoxicated me with the view. Standing once more, I watched as she hooked her thumbs either side of her panties and edge them slowly down over her swaying. To scream out and try and warn my daughter of the danger that was so close to her.The knife he had seemed to disappear to a holder or pocket in his pants but what his hands did next made me want to puke right there. His hands slowly and deliberately undid the end of his buckle that held up his blue jeans. I closed my eyes but he told me to open them or else. When I forced them back open he let his pants drop along with his boxers. The size was massive compared to my husbands. Maybe about four. As we sat down and ate our lunch we talked about our plans after school. Ryan said, "Don't you think for a second that I forgot about what you said yesterday... Today it's your turn cowboy..." I gulped down hard as I remembered what I had promised him. He sucked my dick and now I had to suck his. I replied, "Umm... Yea. Of course... I said I would." Ryan nodded saying, "Yes you did... We can meet at my place again, today after school..." I said in a quieter voice, "So... I never got to ask. I could feel him staring at my tits and then down to my legs and boots looking at me up and down. I was feeling very annoyed and was wondering whether to ignore him, say something to him or just move. I was keeping my knees tight together, and then a rather naughty thought entered my head. I guess it was the still throbbing pussy, the warmth and memory of the large cock that had been sliding in and out for what seemed like hours, the cum that I so hungrily swallowed , was making me feel this.