I rubbed and squeezed my cock, pretending it was deep within her, that my hand was her muscles contracting around me. I felt myself building to a clim...x, masturbating hard and fast. Desperately I reached out for the catalogue and pulled it close, rubbing my shaft against her almost bare breasts and against the tiny panties between her legs. Just as I felt the cum welling up inside my cock, ready to explode, I heard a car pull into the driveway. My mother was home. But I was just too turned on.. Borin fed me some of the techniques she found on the internet and we both extrapolated to find some new or different ones not mentioned.When the music started I began to sing my version of Mr Lonely. I had not got too many bars and the other kitchen door was opened to allow more sound to enter the room. When the song was ending I asked Sandra to continue with the piano playing a Henry Mancini rendition of the theme from 'Love Story'. She knew this from before and I only played accompaniment. She was glad about her foresight, putting on a bra, she had hesitated at home for the sexiest effect, but this way she offered a lot less entertainment to the two boys at the backdoor. The fine garment felt like armour, a secure defence against randy glances. Of course, she didn’t dress like this for an audience, yet the guys came in handy when it was time to test the results. She wanted simply steam-roller Gabor flat, to punish him… but she could only do it if able to invoke a strong craving. . ahh..."Beverley was getting over the pain as she felt her friend's hands on her leg. Moving slowly up, secretly hoping it wouldn't stop. Deanna lightly massaged where the pain was but then slowly and gently she moved her massaging up Beverley's leg and over her knee towards her thigh.. Her hands, her fingertips, rubbed over Beverley's thighs, one after the other, moving further up. They made eye contact and while Beverley had a wanting, almost desperate look, Deanna just smiled as she moved.