My sweats were tenting as my arousal became full-blown horniness. I had trouble with the lawn, because my turgid cock kept bumping the bar.Just then, ... van passed by my house. My yard follows the curve of the road, so I was able to watch them for quite a while. The man driving was in his late thirties. There were several others in the van, but, what caught my attention was the mass of red hair in the back, framing one of the most beautiful freckled faces I had ever seen. Sally's family had. " The flamenco dancer pouted and flounced away. Jason sipped his scotch, closed his eyes and thought back to that first, incredible night. For their trip to the club, she had worn an outrageous shiny rubber miniskirt in hot pink that fit like a second skin. If that wasn't enough, she had topped it with a tight-fitting jacket of white patent leather, accompanied by fishnet stockings and pink patent spike heels. She wore no blouse under the jacket, and if she wore a bra, it must have been quite. She didn’t have me stop to keep from proceeding any further, however. She started to kiss down my chest and stomach, making my cock get harder than I thought possible. I felt some pre-cum emerge from the tip as she unzipped my pants and slid them down my hips. I raised my butt off the couch to help her, and she quickly had my pants and boxers in a clump on the floor. My cock was soon in her hands, and she said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this, but you are so hot. Thus begins my first. ’ ‘Alright. Happy birthday and I hope Jon racks you tonight. You look like you need it!’ She said with a wicked smile, like she knew something and headed for her car. The thought of Jon ‘racking’ me sent another jolt through me. I got my groceries loaded in the trunk, all the while being acutely aware of the constant message that was coming from my pussy. As I climbed into the driver’s seat, I noticed that there was a wet spot on the front of my shorts, just below the zipper. Thank goodness it.