Another joins it, rubbing the front of my panties, right below my clit. My nipples are now barely exposed as the hands on my chest run them through hi... fingers. My pussy is getting wetter and wetter, leaving a noticeable wet spot on my panties. I hang one hand down, hoping to connect with a hard cock. I let out a soft moan, as my hips rock gently out of my control. I feel a cock take my hand as an invitation. It starts to rub on my fingers, coating them in precum. I can feel trails of warm. Max was cheering his favorite teams whenthey won and cursing them vociferously when they lost, while Anson wasbeing put into cute ballerina outfits to practice dance movements. Aboutthe only very physical activity Anson was involved in was a series ofagility exercises in the backyard. Usually Brianna would have a few ofher female friends over while her husband had to skip around betweenstakes driven into the ground, hop over extremely low hurdles, slipthrough a plastic ring hanging from a low. I wasn't sure how much longer before I would climax! I looked up at Taylor's face and he was still sleeping. My dick said, "He's still sleeping, maybe you could taste this wonderful example of macho meat." That seemed like a totally logical idea. I could carefully manage my tongue through the gap in his leg hole and lick where his balls connected to his body. I'm pretty sure I could slide my tongue ever so slowly inside his shorts without touching his legs. I leaned my head closer to his warm. When I felt her change shape, her back caving downwards and her head hitting the pillow sideways, I let myself go and my spunk powered into her in unregulated, helpless bursts. I ground myself into her and she ground herself back at me until the fire had dissipated and we slid to the mattress like lovers, the primitive deed done and the modern world back in a happy, affectionate focus.I returned to my mother's house and spent the evening watching TV with her. We discussed what we had done that.