She started to stroke him again, while he slipped off his shoes. One kick and then another, sent his shoes and shorts flying.“Lie down,” she comma...ded urgently.He did as he was told, taking a seat and then reclining back, the soft grass tickling his back. She stood over him and undid the button of her jeans. She slid the zipper down, revealing the top of her white panties. Grasping her jeans at the hips, she began to shimmy them down until they just covered her sex. She gave a mischievous smile. ‘One question answered,’ I said as I looked back up at the superstructure of the warship. ‘Shall we go in and work our way up?’ Lisa was looking up with me at the antennas and upper platform. She had a speculative expression on her face. ‘No, let’s start up there and work our way back down. I bet the view from up there is great. It’s called a crow’s nest, isn’t it?’ I gestured at the gangplank. ‘We can ask our friendly staff guy when we finish. He would be the expert on all things nautical.’. Bobby held the red panties to his own face and inhaled, smelling the same, albeit stronger aroma that was on his mom’s vibrator. Then he wrapped the panties around his stiff prick and starting to jerk off, and he had to admit Jake was right, it did feel amazing.Both boys had settled into the rhythm as they lay side by side with their eyes closed, fantasizing about Bobby’s mom masturbating, and Jake was the first to moan, “I’m getting close.”Bobby opened his eyes and looked down at his friend’s. Truth was that I very much doubted anyone could lift my spirits on that particular night no matter how funny they might be.I was at the Landing Strip because it was my usual watering hole of choice. Mostly because it was close to home and I could leave my truck in the lot and walk home if I over-imbibed. I’d forgotten it was open mic night when I got there, but I was inside with a PBR in front of me when I realized it so I decided to stay. I’d had the thought, since proven wrong, that some of.