When his lips reached the waistband of her panties, he shifted himself so that he could begin to pull them down. Brenda raised her hips and parted her...legs further, making it easier for him. Slowly, the rose tattoo and then her pussy itself were uncovered to him. He could see now that there was a slight strip of blondish hair above her slit, and he noticed that the crotch of her panties was soaked through and stuck to her.As the panties came free he raised his eyes to Brenda's, and could see. " Oh great," she grumbled. "I wanted a lover and I got a reader. You've been readin' and I'm gonna be bleedin'." Stop it. You make it sound like we're sacrificing a sheep or something."By now we had reached her house. Ryan's car was parked at the curb. "Crap, I was going to invite you in, but not with those two around. Come on," she smiled at me, and dragged me down the walkway that led toward the back of the house. She pulled me into a space between the back of the house and the little back. When Max pushed against his shoulders to make him stop, he thought the guy hated it.“You don’t like it?” he stammered, looking up.“Where do you keep your rubber?” the guy stood up.“W-what?”“Condoms?”He straightened up. He was going to get fucked. With trembling hands, he started to rummage through the drawer he knew he had thrown the condoms and the lube bought that day. Thanks, Ann, thanks! He thought on a completely different tone this time, when he eventually found them.“Here they are!” he. He bit his lip and concentrated on not cumming, wanting to finish when she did. Valerie's hand was moving faster on her pussy, her moans growing louder. She had her finger inside her ass to the second knuckle, and two fingers plunging into her pulsing twat. Greg increased the tempo of his jacking off, pumping his cock, concentrating on the sensitive spot just past the head. Valerie cried out as her body began to shake. She had stopped fucking herself and was frantically frigging her clit. Greg.