“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she growled.“Of course not,” he said, laughing again. “Mamma’s going to let you go on dates ...oon. Then maybe you’ll find out what I’m talking about.”“I don’t need a boy in my life!” she snarled. “Mamma doesn’t need a man, and I don’t either. Mary’s besotted with Fred, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to do that!”“We’ll see,” said Bobby, capturing her and pulling her against him again. She struggled, but ended up walking in step with him to the house.. .and how the smoking guy was sucking it....i had to jerk off again my cock was so hard again.......all these pictures in my head..... i cum...it felt so good, i rubbed my cum on my stomach, licked some of it of my fingers....wondering if painters cock would taste the same.......Suddenly it knocked on my door it was mum coming to say good night. As i turned the light out i said to my self.....I HAVE TO GO BACK TO THAT PLACE.......!!!!!!!!The next morning i woke up with a hard on..........and i. With her other hand in my hair she pulled my head around and kissed me roughly, then told her husband to feel my other tit. He responded immediately reaching around my right side and pulling on that nipple. My husband's right hand was between my legs teasing my pussy. I didn't care what people in passing cars might see. I was in ecstasy, being an object for my friends' sexual pleasure.As we walked into the house, my husband gave my ass a hard swat and told me I was going to be our friends' slut. We text now and again but only when he's asking if I'm with Beth. As I got to Beth's, I knocked on the door and Brad answered. "Oh hey, Jess!" he said. "Y'alright Brad, Beth in?" "No. Did she not tell you? She's had to rush to New York with my mum and dad to see my cousin in hospital. I'm house sitting," he said. "Oh, great! Dad's just dropped me off and isn't picking me up till tomorrow! I was meant to be sleeping over!" I said. "You can still stay. If you want that is. I was going to go out.