On the sofa next to him was a pink lace G-string. Marcel realised it was the same one as Tina was wearing in the video; it must have been her favourit....Marcel felt weak at the knees, it made him want to masturbate too. His hand was under the towel unable to stop himself, and nor did he as he approached Kris on the sofa.“Isn’t she fucking sexy when she does that?” murmured Kris.“As sexy as this?” enquired Marcel, dropping the towel and revealing his hard cock tenting his boxer shorts. Kris. I was in my car and driving back to my place for no more than 3 minutes before I could no longer take it. I pulled off into a parking lot that was empty and plunged two fingers into my pussy. I didn’t care if anyone drove up, they could watch for all I cared. I sat in my car with my eyes shut tight and fingered myself for two minutes before I came. My fingers were covered in my juices and my seat was soaked, but I didn’t care. I wiped my fingers on my shirt, easily able to smell my aroma, as I. Helen wondered if the game was ever going to start. But it did. However, Helen had to try hard to suppress a fit of the giggles at the sight of these two middle-class, middle-aged people making such a meal of what was usually a very light-hearted game. She had given up any hope of a sexual outcome; she imagined this game would end as these games often did...with everyone sheepishly pulling their clothes back on at the end. So the game started at last. Helen did not do very well. After twenty. She thought why not get a quick taste of it again? What harm could a quick kiss on her son’s dick cause? What harm indeed! So, Mrs. Jones silently crept into her son’s room and got down on her knees, right next to Rob’s bed. Mrs. Jones bent over her son and without using her hands, she lightly kissed the tip of Rob’s dick! He did not respond to this light kiss. Mrs. Jones kissed it several more times. Finally she slipped her lips over the tip of Rob’s dick and slid her mouth over the entire.