My knees were as far apart as they had been in quite some time. By this point, I had become extremely turned on and could feel the wetness coming. Jer...y had gotten up and returned with a bottle of sterile lube. Matter-of-factly, he stated, “Well, I guess we’re not going to need this,” as he placed it on a side table. I was so embarrassed. He easily slid a gloved finger into my well-lubricated pussy, and then another. Completely out of instinct, I let out a heavy sigh. I shouldn’t have liked it,. I paused often to lean against the fence and finger myself, though not quite to climax. I wanted to get home so I could relax and do it properly.I must have walked for an hour, my feet killing me, before the sounds of another party reached my ears. The access road that I was following led me right to the party house, and I peered over the fence, wondering whether I would recognise anyone. And there were one or two familiar faces."Andy!" I shouted. I had to shout three or four times before he. I swallowed what was in my mouth, then started working all over his cock with my tongue, as it was now time to clean him up, at least as far as he was concerned. I stayed on his cock for another minute, and once I was sure I had received all he had to give, I pulled back and sat up.He smiled lazily up at me, and I sat there looking at him, not really knowing what to say. This was the man who I had earlier accused of nearly raping me, who had basically abused me all night, and to whom I had just. Fortunately, we hit it off from the very start and she became a really great neighbour to have. Most people upon meeting her would assume that she was butch, but that was not the case. Martha had a handsome face and her two boys had definitely inherited her good looks. She had never married, and both sons were born out of wedlock.He older boy, Dylan, who was twenty-one-years-old, knew who his father was, but as she explained; when she was pregnant with Dylan, she soon realized that Doug,.