I told her she was turning into a real exhibitionist. We sat and had a cold beer and the hot pizza at her kitchen table totally nude. It was so relaxi...g and so natural. Being naked with Lisa there with no worries or self-conscious feelings.As we finished eating Lisa suggested we retire to her bathroom and have a hot shower. Her shower was a large one with great multiple nozzles. As we washed each other our hands probed and touched and my cock became a rod again. We dried each other off and lay. Backing into his dad's overstuffed wing-back chair, she locked her eyes on his proud erection and sat. His cock was right in front of her eyes. She reached out and took it by its base, her eyes riveted on the head of the pulsing, rock-hard cock in her hand. With her other hand she pulled at the back pocket of the jeans riding low on his hips, pulling them down over his buttocks, working them down his legs."Get them off," she demanded.Ron quickly complied. He stepped on a cuff and, raising his. The whole ordeal terrified me. I would literally rather cross the country on a train for three days than be stuck in a flying metal tube for five hours, but since no one in my family seemed to care for my opinion, the plane is where I ended up on an August evening. A very large, selfish part of me wished I'd never even agreed to this trip. It wasn't like spending my last month of summer at my aunt's house had been at the top of my list of things to do, but it had been so long since my mom had. She continued to get changed, glancing at me more often, I was squirming in my seat wanting to make my cock more comfortably but knew she would spot this so grabbed my map from the door pocket and made out I was trying to find an alternative route, at least this way the stork in my trousers was covered. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse, which was under her jumper and pulled the tails of the shirt out from her skirt. She then slipped her arms out of her jumper and blouse and then pulled the.