Sharon walked quickly over to him and wrapped her arms about his lean, strong chest. She kissed his cheek tenderly.“Yeah, that’s the way I like to...be greeted,” Jack said and grinned, as he grabbed at her ass, playfully.Sharon squirmed, “You’re getting grease on my shorts….,” she cried, laughing happily. “But who gives a Damn? How are the repairs coming…?”“Well… I lied a little to you,” he said.“What, lied…. about what?’“Your Jeep….”“You mean there’s more to it then you thought?” she asked, not. At this point, nothing was going through my mind except for the ever nearing, and promisingly loud, orgasm. So, I didn’t process the footsteps of someone approaching. I didn’t hear the damn well oiled and squeak free gate open, but I did hear the voice. The women’s voice that was the definition of surprised saying, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” This, however, very quickly jerked me out of masturbation la la land, and drove me on the bullet train to Terror City. Since we made. I hauled out my cock, aimed it into the bowl, and let loose. It was heaven. I seemed to keep on and on pissing and, unable to control my letch, I looked in the mirror over the sink... I could see Tracy in the tub with her legs slightly spread!Certain that she couldn't see me, I took my time looking at her.My little girl was certainly growing up. Smallish tits stood out like cones from her chest; the nipples had started to puff up, and were pink and clearly visible in their round aureoles. She. Then I placed one hand on his buttocks and another one moved around to the front of his pants and touched his growing bulge. He stopped looking outside and turned to face me.Smiling he slipped his arms around my waist and dragged me against his hard body, then kissed me deeply and I felt his hands touching my buttocks through my skirt.He pulled apart and I took his strong hand, leading him to my bedroom.As I sat on the bed I pulled him towards me and touched his bulge again; he grunted as I ran.