They weren't "guys" likeMike was.Holy crap! Was Mike going to cum? Please no. How humiliatingfor both of us! I would have gotten up to leave, but I wa... in sort of a predicament. My cock was about to burst every stitch in my pants.I looked in fascination, then cringed when Mike gave a tinysqueal (ICKKK!!!), then began to spurt his cream. As I satthere. Inside his pantyhose. Soaking his entire crotch areawith his hot goo.Omigosh.No amount of beer could have induced me to do that. I mean blow my. Pulling my arm free of the tight grip your legs had on it, my hand goes to your breast, squeezing through your shirt, feeling the weight of it and tracing over your nipple, which hardens further to this sweet stimulation. The squeezes you give my cock grow more erratic as I slip my hand through the top of your shirt to get at the treasure hidden there, and you press your face against my arm as I grasp your tit in my hand, shaking it slightly the same way you're doing to me. I'm tempted to strip. Bobby did not disappoint. As his trousers fell to the floor followed by his boxers, I was struck harder than I was prepared for by his huge cock springing free towards my face that was waiting at just that level.I rapped by pouty, bright-red lips around that cock, well, almost around the head anyway. When he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it in to the back of my throat, and my jaw clicked as it was forced open unnaturally far (just like it had with the first Bobby), I knew this was. Then she did not say nothing this time also I thought I got green signal and my mom moved towards the dining table and my towel well down and my mom saw my dick which was rock hard and she said to cover it and not to show to everybody freely. And I said I am not showing freely mom she turned and gave smile and I covered but I made to fall again and again three time before I reach the dining table and I said momI cannot wear this properly so I will remove this. My mom said ok and I removed and.