“Mark, I only met him once and we only talked for a few minutes.” Well, unless you counted the later conversation where he talked me out of my clo...hes. I couldn’t make myself feel guilty and it was a secret that was going with me to my grave. I’d even dreamed about him a few times, vauge erotic images that seemed to flow without rhyme or reason. I invariably woke up to wet panties.“I don’t care. Stay away. I don’t like his vibe.”“His vibe? The man is half a football field away and you can feel. Waves of release pounded her. For the first few moments, she felt as though she would pass out, the incredible pressure in her pubic crest, her head, her asshole, her stomach a towering cascade of climax. Then the feelings seemed to diffuse into her whole body, down to her toes, in her hair, the tips of her fingers, everywhere.And it lasted, lasted. Later, she realized that perhaps two minutes of that euphoria was the real duration, but at the time it seemed forever, hours and hours. And. She knew this would send me over the edge, and she pressed her hand on top of mine into her breast and kissed me more intensely as her hand furiously stroked my cock and I moaned into her mouth. She knew what was happening and was making sure it did. I couldn't even believe any of this was happening and felt like I was in heaven.Eliza clearly knew exactly where this was going, and could sense I was getting ready to explode. I didn't even care that I might cum all over my pants, I just loved. She said get in our closet and make yourself a comfortable place to watch. I said but the closet is beside the bed I can't see from there. She said I'll lay across the bed so you can see. I ran to our room to move stuff around in the closet. When Andrea finished her shower she came in our room and put on a white garter belt and a pair of sun tan colored stockings. She told me Keith loves my legs in stockings . I said I do too. She told me to be absolutely quiet and not to fuck up her side cock.