"Fuck yeah...lick my pussy...lick it..." she moaned. I complied, and she moaned louder, her voice pushing into the upper octaves. I loved hearing Asia... girls, with their almost-squeaky voice as they got fucked.It was as my mouth found her clit again that she began to moan louder, and I bit down lightly. She couldn't take it anymore and pushed against me, her voice a high-pitched squeal as she came, flooding my face with her juices. I lapped them up hungrily. Virgin Japanese pussy. But not for. I soaped up my butt and started to wash my cock. It was so hard now and I could feel it throbbing. I slowly started to masturbate and closed my eyes but I was facing the mirror. When I opened up my eyes I saw my friends mother with a shocked look on her face and her hand over her mouth. She must have been surprised that I was masturbating in her shower. I closed my eyes again and started to masturbate faster. When I was just about ready to cum I opened up my eyes again and my friend’s mom was. That big turkey Chadwick hit a ball so far into right field that my stomach came up to my throat -- but it was foul by inches. Or, at least, the first base umpire saw it foul. That was good enough for me, but Oakland's first base coach threw a real hissy-fit about it, almost attacking the umpire.Such arguments are colorful but they seldom change anything.Chadwick fouled off two more somewhat-less-prodigious clouts before the count reached 3-2. Now I was fuming, because two of those pitches. ’ A month ago, Ellen might have believed that. His infidelity was all but a spoken fact between them now. Their sex life had been dead prior to her suspicions, but when she had found the lavender scented perfume on his shirt that night (the ‘Night of the Slap’ as she had come to think of it), it had been buried. Considering his appetite for sex and his consistently good mood to the contrary, to think he wasn’t getting laid was the height of ignorance. Ellen showered and dressed in typical.