We were young and old, male and female, beautiful and average, gay and straight, and we all loved masturbating.It had all began slowly, of course. I w...s the instigator. I loved jerking off. Much more than fucking, which I had experienced several times. But I had always returned to jacking it for my real pleasure. I wasn't married and had found that rubbing one off in front of a girl while she or I played with her pussy was quite often more acceptable, especially on the first date. If she wanted. Tries to read her expression: shame, anger, provocation but also confession. “Bet you'll beg me to fill you with my load in those five,” checks his watch, “Nah, four minutes? If you can still talk straight, that is.”Her expression changes. Vexed to red-hot angry. She stops her skipping, steps to him. Takes his face by his chin, squeezes her fingers together so his lips form a fish pout.“Shut it before I rip your dick off!” she snarls.In response, he offers his best smile. Looks funny through. My legs are already spasming, and if I don't do something soon I am going to finish before I even get started. In one swift motion I turn the vibrator down to the lowest setting and open the door. The park is flooded with the sounds of the two lesbians screaming in each other's ears. Quickly, I get out and sit on the hood of my car, the head from the engine warming my butt from the cold night. At this point, I am not going to last. I lay back on the hood, bury the massive tool in my ass and put. Mohit couldn't help himself and he moved towards mom and kissed her pushing her body down on the sofa with his.Mohit unleashed himself upon my sexy tender mom wildly kissing her, lifting her dress with his lower body grinding against hers, he kissed her neck as I watched my living room turn into a b grade movie scene. My mom was enjoying and responded to his kisses but suddenly stopped and stopping him too and sat up. She said sexily: You know Mohit that’s the problem with your generation. You.