As his hips started thrusting towards me, his wondering hands slowly found their way to my private area. At first he didn't touch my dick, just rubbed...the area above it. I had a small patch of peach fuzz at the time, and his fingers ran through on every stroke, causing me to softly hump onto his dick in reflex. By now my own cock was rock hard again, covered in my first climax. Soon though his rough hands found it, and began stroking the pre-cum wet head. I let out a soft groan, almost a purr,. Once we get to the front of the gates, they help me down and I brush off my romper and smile at all of them. "Omigod guys, thank you so much. That was really fun." I laugh gently and they all fist pump each other, saying it was there pleasure and that I was really hot. "So, do you have a guy?" The tallest one asks, stepping a little closer to me, leaning on the gates and I bite my lip, blinking up at him. "Yes I do, and I warn you honey, if he's around here and sees you flirting with me, he'll. “I’ll explain later, lover,” she said quietly.“So, you’re getting a brother/sister and a son/daughter within the year,” dad said. “Your mother told me about her plan to market the business, and it seems that Armstrong Family Real Estate has nowhere to go but up. Joy, could you design a logo for the business? Not too hoighty-toighty, but something that Stuart could put on the website?”“Certainly, John, I’ve tasked Stuart to get his bed out, and get me a desk to work at, is that all right with. If we’re going to be dull, we might as well be dull together.”When Jeff said, “Come here,” he didn’t want her standing beside him. She dropped into his lap, and he kissed her. Soon his hand snuck under her skirt and up her leg.“Talk about dull,” he said. “It’s hard to be exciting in pantyhose.”“What do you have against pantyhose, anyway?”“My hand.” She hissed. It was an old joke. He tugged them down hard. Jeff never learned, or maybe he was acting out his hatred of pantyhose.“Hey! You’ll ruin.