I could now see Charles’s balls and the crease of his bum; I felt my pussy spasm through the thin material of my pants. As I watched Mario’s hand,...slowly tracing up the inside of Charles’s leg, over his calf, up the inside of his knee, tracing up his thigh and along the crease of his bum. I saw his bum tighten, and then relax as his hand moved away and traced away down the inside of his other leg. I slid myself further down the chair and slipped a hand inside my pants feeling the heat and. She loved Randy's cock -- and she loved his urgent, powerful lovemaking -- but more than that, she loved Randy! Did she dare tell him? Would he laugh? Maybe she was just a convenience -- a cum-dumpster. That wouldn't be a surprise...She turned to look at him -- and he was looking back! When had he stopped snoring? "I'm sorry!" she whispered."What for?" Waking you up." I'm not." He levered himself up just far enough to shift over and suck in a nipple. Bernice moaned and clutched his head to her.. ‘I know what you meant! You dear boys never know how to just talk to a girl. It was a sweet gift Tom. But I think I can find a better use for the fabrics than to cover my bag of bones! And I tell you what, you’ve learned a great deal from my John, but it’s time you had a few lessons from ‘School Marm Maggie’! So starting right now you and I are gonna talk. Just talk, about whatever tickles your fancy.’ She was right, I didn’t know how to talk to girls. I could talk to Mother, sure. But a real. ” He took me by the hips and placed me on to his hard, thick, dick facing away from him. I moaned so hard as I slid down his length, I almost came there and then. It had been so long since I had felt a man inside me, I mean rabbits are good, but there was nothing like the real thing. I leaned back onto him and we let the rhythm if the train do most of the work. I could feel him breathing down my neck, he slipped two fingers into my mouth whilst his other hand slowly moved under my shirt and bra.