Peter’s cock was soon rock hard and pointing towards the ceiling> He had now selected quite a few garments from the drawer. He had a bra in his hand...and was wiping his cock around the inside of one of the cups. Then he raised a blue thong to his face and wiped the gusset over his mouth. “Come over her Peter”. I led him to the laundry basket and opened the lid. “Help yourself”.There was a bra and pantie matching set that Jane had worn the day before sitting on the top. He picked them both up. He. He stood behind and close to the long-legged teenager who was sloppily slurping at her partner's pulpy pussy. Janey's own fat-lipped vulva projected slightly back from between her parted thighs, its almost lightly haired prominence glistening with her passion-juice. The plump, fleshy protuberance was split by the narrow crevice that hid her vaginal mouth and her clitoris.The wordless conspiracy between the sex-hungry fifteen year old and the lustful, unprincipled friar took definite shape as. Clean break! Whadda ya say?"Her expression told me she wasn't gonna budge, so I nodded my agreement. We continued our walk around the area in silence.Over the remainder of our time together, I guess I gained a little of that depth Granddad was talking about, but for the rest of that day, I was kind of sad about the thought of splitting with Rhonda permanently. But then I got to thinking about how impossible it would be for us to have any kind of a relationship other than as friends. And that. His moans filled the room as my tiny limp clitty soaked my peach panties in precum. I was so turned on at this point I got up and began taking off my cloths and stopped down to just my panties. He followed and took of all his cloths too. I went to him and grabbed his hand leading him to the bed. We layed and passionately kissed with our legs locked together. My limp clitty pathetically compared to his massive BBC. His gorgeous muscular body pressed up against my feminine body felt amazing, I.