Not of my slippery fingers, or my rhythmically thrusting lips. No, I needed him close enough to come. So when he exploded, so very soon, he would come...on me, and not the floor. I didn't care where on me either. Just somewhere on my bare, hot skin.He understood somehow, and stood close while he stroked. His eyes devoured me, and I loved knowing he wanted to be my fingers, how much he wished my lips were around his rigid cock.Suddenly it was a race.I've always been a good multitasker. I kept my. “Ah, the Prodigal Mother returns,” I said, smiling back.“I’m really sorry about last night,” she said. “Sally phoned and told me how kind you’ve all been, making sure she’s ok and everything.”“It’s fine,” I laughed. “I’m afraid my parents thought it was all a bit of a joke. I think you’re going to get wound up something rotten for the rest of the week.”“Serve me right, I suppose,” she said. “Are they around now? I really should go and see them.”“I think they’re down on the beach,” I said.. “And the rest Andy!” I urged. “I’m not used to this” he hesitated. “Just take your time luv. We got all night for this.” I assured him with a broad smile. With a bit more courage he unbuckled his belt unzipped his flies and dropped his trouser over the second chair to stand in his tented boxer shorts, his cock far from small and fully as large as my own. “Let,s see your lovely cock now Andrew?” “It,s not very lovely, it,s quite common in fact!” he moaned. “Come on, Andrew. I,ll be the judge of. Since neither of us had a place of our own it wasn't easy to find privacy for our intimate times. I had a big old station wagon though, with plenty of room in the back to use as a camper... or as a "play room". I kept a sleeping bag back there and nearly every time we finished a date we drove to some secluded place and had sex in the back of the station wagon.Now, a little bit about Mary and what she looked like. She was about 5' 6" with measurements of 34 - 22 - 36 and long shapely legs. Her.