Her out/ins go by my "g" spot (prostate) and I feel the cum almost at the tip of my cock. With every pass the "g" spot gets more exited and my brain i... saying OH YES, let me have my orgasm. Gaby cums and I feel it when she actually yells YEAH I am having it . . . . . and she continues pushing in out and with every push she gets another explosion and I get another "g" spot excitement. I finally cum and Gaby picks it up from the bed sheets and she puts my cum in her mouth. Then she kisses me to. I quickly looked down and realized she was hanging out of the car with my balls in one hand and her mouth fully wrapped around the head of my cock. Like the straw in the restaurant, I could feel her tongue running around the head of my cock. I gave in slightly and pushed towards her mouth with my hips. I felt her teeth slightly dragging against my shaft as she ran her mouth it’s entire length. I tried to argue again but all that came out of my mouth was a long slow moan.She moved her head. ." "What were you doing?" "Running." Samantha realized she needed to explain herself. That or find some excuse that didn't sound like bull crap. "I think you were masturbating!" The sound that smacked Jon across the face was a shriek of disbelief and shock. Probably mixed with some amazement at the accuracy of Jon's guess. "You were!!" Jon was, to put it mildly, reaaallyyy desperate for Sammy to admit such an act. Little known to Samantha was the fact that Jon had been yearning for a chance to. I was pleased they’d said that. But I Wondered if they’d spiked his drink to make him go, anyway I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. I had two gorgeous women here at my place.We resumed the poker and I realized Sharon’s zipper on her shirt had slipped down more, and for the first time I am sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. She won the first hand and then she spoke up again.“I’m tired of playing for money, let’s make the game more interesting, shall we?” “Let’s play strip poker. Each.