“How’s T.T. today?” He grinned at his private joke.“I’m fine, so are my ‘titties’, thanks for asking.” Still angry at being ignorant a...out his dirty joke for so long, she decided to go further. She gave her breasts a squeeze and said. “They get very sensitive sometimes. I guess because they are so much bigger now.”Theo stared opened mouth, his cock lurching in his trousers. “Oh, you figured out what ‘T.T.’ meant..., look, I’m sorry!” he started to apologize again.“It’s OK, Theo, I forgive you.”. After some BS small talk and close L forehead, face and I know it is a crime, all in her hair. We hung out on the bed for a couple minutes and lit up a smoke. Not a word was spoken, except by her, asking me if she was good. Of course I said yes, you were great. She got dressed and said she had to go because her friend, the one I banged a couple years back while in HS, was her ride. Off she went. So I got dressed.As the buddies started to emerge from their own escapades, we all sat on the couch. She explains if she clips him too short he might scratch against Emma. Then the wonderful warm oil dripped first on his mons, cock, and balls to lotion them, then down his legs, his feet, up to his arms and hands. And yes as they rub the oil in on his underarms, he squirms with delight. The have him turn over and fingers running down his back, his shoulders, down his back legs, back up over his cheeks. Finally the dripping warmness up and down his crack, and then finger after finger, he lost. Our tiny living room was right next to the kitchen, where my mother, Charles, and a couple friends were drinking it up. I was wearing royal blue corduroys that were a bit too tight around the waist. This is the day C went for it. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. I had never felt such anticipation and excitement. He pulled his pants down and stroked himself while looking at my bare pussy. I parted my knees slightly with a rush of desire to feel his eyes on my most.