“Fuck, I’m going to come, if you keep sucking like that. Don’t stop, please,” I beg, whimpering. She doesn’t either. She sucks harder, a li...tle faster, knowing we’re running out of time. When she suddenly uses her teeth, I let out a sharp gasp, moaning, I come so hard. She sucks deeper, taking me to a whole new level. It feels amazing, gripping the wall for support. When I stop coming, she licks me clean, quickly. “Is that better?” She asks, as though she knew all along that I wanted her. . My parents were in absolute hysterics.We got back to the house, and I helped Dad with the bags. We got everything in, and I said to Maggie, "When do we have to go to this picnic?" Well, it's what, eleven? It starts at noon. So, we have time. I should stop in at home, I haven't been there in three days," she laughed. I looked at my parents to see if they caught that one. Ooops. I think they did. Ah well. "But right now, I need to use the facilities." You know where they are." Be back soon," she. Pausing shelooked at me again and said, “You know there is no way Ican wear a bra with this dress.”I just smiled. Stacey unsnapped her bra and turned togive me a quick look at her tits. Then with a sexy littlegrin pulled the dress up. It also didn’t hide much ontop. Thin straps, back less and my personal favorite, itexposed the sides of her breasts.“My god I feel naked,” Blurted Stacey. “You’re going tobe staring at me all night aren’t. Every chance I got, I pumped my cock.The questions rolled about in my mind and even my answers, as I remembered every detail. When I did this, I could not help about the questions regarding my mother and think about my mothers surprised face as I had interrupted her post shower ritual, her large hanging breasts, her white buttock, her smooth thighs... then I remembered 'those' thighs from the Club. Now when I jerked off to my mothers image, to my fantasies of her, I no longer felt guilt.An.