As I layed there silently, only a few feet away from my sleeping friend, I began to touch my nipples. I rubbed them as I had watched his dad do earlie... that day. Touching them seemed to make my cum swell up in my cock and balls, making me want more. As I rubbed my chest, I could feel my cock harden and my other hand quietly moved towards it and squeezed the shaft. I thought about Jon’s dads cock as my hand began to pull on the engored head of my erection and my finger tips gently stroked the. I then panicked, grabbed two Silken Mists, nude and suntan large, andmoved to the checkout. It was early and the store was quiet as I exited.Once back in the car I realized there was no reason to run out. I lookedok; a woman out for an early errand before work.Returning home I spent sometime deciding which dress to wear today.Selecting the outfit took more time than I'd considered. I put on a newbra with the falsies and a bikini, slipped the dress over my head andre-settled and styled my hair.. Mr Walton’s opinion was echoed by Tracey and her other school-friends. But it was in her other teacher lover, Mrs Reagan, that Fanny found a more sympathetic hearing. They lay together in Mrs Reagan’s bed while her husband was busying himself in his workshop, a much more comfortable place to make love than in the school storerooms, particularly as Mrs Reagan was prone to thrash about quite wildly when she was in passion. The combined weight of the two of them was just about all the bed could. She squirmed, trying to avoid the contact and touch. This had an interesting outcome, which she had not realized. My tongue moved around her navel area without making any effort from my side. She must have been ticklish. This helped me. She kept on moving and giving out small sounds of squeals of aahhh, ouch, etc. I had an idea. I stood up. She was surprised at no contact.Bending a bit, I pushed my tongue in her left armpit. She squealed loudly and tried to pull the hand down. But, the hand was.