Randy, Ellen's oldest brother, had his own car by then.He'd slipped off earlier in the day and got a case of long necks. The other boys had their own ...deas about what kind of beer to get. But, since Randy was buying, we always ended up with Lone Star no matter what they said. Didn't care much myself. Neither did Ellen.Ellen and I would have one beer each and make 'em last all night. Didn't really like drinking beer that much. Just part of the guy thing and fitting in.There are certain rituals. Oh, God, lovely. The noise of pleasure escaped from him again. ‘Don’t talk with your mouth full, she said.’ An old joke, she knew, but she wasn’t in a state to care much, really. Waves of pleasure seemed to coming up from her toes and, while centring on her clitoris (which Jon was stimulating with his tongue in a manner that hitherto she had not credited him with) they were affecting a good many other interesting bits of her body too. She looked over at Jon’s prick, which had perhaps lost some. .. dancing that evening she had the cutest smirk on her face as you pulled up her skirt just enough to view your sweet pussy and placed your see through panties carefully on her pussy lips. I just had to reach out and caress it. Now my wives pussy is like Lay's Potato Chips (you can't stop at one touch), so I rubbed her clit as I slid my index finger up your ass.she started to wiggle as I slid my finger up and down and gasped as I rubbed her clitoris between my thumb and middle finger. Ur. She slid off to my tip and waited for another spurt."Right there" she demanded and my dick obeyed releasing another hot load at the entrance to her lust hole. I held myself there and worked to push more creamy cum at her already dripping cunt. She reached between her legs and fondled my balls. More cum slid out and it began to run down her leg. Her finger slipped further back to my ass. She slipped inside and coaxed out another spurt.She stood, faced me, and kissed my lips. She then asked me.