I wrapped my hand round my shaft and began to masturbate. But I’d just started to stroke my cock when Clive stopped me and reached down to fondle my...sex kit.“Let me do it for you.” Clive said. Clive wanted to hand job me off over his wife’s knickers!I must have had hundreds of hand jobs back at boys’ school, my wife regularly hand jobs me, but it had been years since another guy had done one for me. I’m as straight as they come but I wasn’t going to miss this chance of something kinky erotic. I. "That is no way to talk about your father." Wait until you meet him," Regan said in a soft voice. "She's not kidding. If I had to bet, his lips won't be more than an inch from someone's butt all night long."Anne looked at Joy, who nodded."He's a lawyer," Joy said, as though that was all that needed to be said. The words apparently explained most of it because all the adults in the area nodded sagely.Andy glanced back over his shoulder. William Dalrymple had a card in his hand but that wasn't. “Mens’ cum doesn’t smell like a skunk, though a stale, cum filled pussy can smell awfully skunky,” she joked.“Yeah, Mom, you fucking stink to high heaven,” Brenda agreed.Ben finally returned to Cathy’s side. “You were gone long enough, you must have had several women to fuck,” she said looking at him with a level of disdain.“I did, thank you,” he leered. “I fucked Karen really hard and later shot a good load down her throat. She’s such a good cocksucker!” he said looking at Karen. “Then I found. .pulling me onto my back a little and are watching me..Im still playing with my pussy and my tits are out of my blouse now…my nipples rock hard…I reach down and lay my seat back…and youre over me now…face between my legs and kissing my thighs…your hands under my ass now and lifting me up to you…youre licking all around my pussy now…my hands on your shoulders and squeezing…Im going crazy under your hot mouth…and you start sucking on my pussy…licking it all over… inside and out…Im fucking losing.