Slowly, his eyes wandered down until he saw something that almost caused his heart to stop.Anna was leaning back on the chair, the belt and zipper of ...er jeans undone. Her left hand had disappeared under the darkness of her panties. She was doing it; she was masturbating while Martin looked on. Nervously, he tried to keep his head pointed forward while his eyes remained locked on the shocking action happening next to him. He did not want her to notice he was watching in fear that she might stop. She slipped the blouse off her shoulders and my eyes widened as they took in her ample bosom. The brassiere she wore was white and plain but that in no way lessened the attraction I felt. Her breasts were large and full with a deep valley of cleavage between them. Her nipples appeared to be large and erect, at least going by what I could see pressing through the material. Leah turned her back to me though she also had her head turned so her brown eyes stayed focused on mine. Bryan, would you. Stacey just kept cumming. For a few seconds it wasn't as intense as the first one. Then it built up again. Her body stopped resisting me and her pussy just stayed right where it now belonged...on my tongue. Her juices were all over my face and neck and the couch I am sure. I drank down what I could get and the rest was going to be my decoration. Stacey's body started shaking again with little shakes. My tongue had learned how to move around in her pussy even more, and it was getting much. There are small crates and large cans on every shelf. Bar supplies, I note to myself before I hear the door close and lock. The sound of the music outside turns in to a dull thump against the walls surrounding us. You turn to me and I smile. I start to say hello before your finger quickly reaches for my lips, hushing me before I can get even that one word out. There won't be any words just yet.You smirk and place a hand on my chest. You push me backwards. Or, rather, I let you push me. You.