I cupped one of her tits and kneaded the beautiful firm mound. Her skin was like soft silk, and I let my hand roam where it could. Over her tight stom...ch and back, and then her thighs. She opened her legs a little at my touch and I ran my finger over her pussy through her tiny shorts as she eagerly slurped and sucked on my cock head while stroking hard on the shaft. She quickly slipped off her shorts and panties and then went back to sucking on my cock. I traced the "Y" where her legs meet her. I tried to make it go limp by thinking of the ugly girls in my class. It didn’t work.She was making small talk as she cleaned my front and back. I wasn’t paying attention to a word she said, I was too busy staring at her tits. They looked amazing in the tight green tank top. I was too enthralled by them that I didn’t notice that she put her hand in the water and reach for my hard cock. There was nothing unusual about this. Normally she’d take a soapy washcloth and lightly scrub it. This time it. She was sitting on the small single bed; the overhead light was on as was the table lamp. Donna, looking down hazily, realized that her dark blue skirt was wadded up high around her waist. To make matters worse, she saw her tangled ecru-coloured panties wrapped around her left ankle, and it didn’t seen to matter one iota.There were hands on her shoulders easing her to lay back. Several other hands were opening her knees wide while another hand began to rub her exposed pussy. A distant memory. I run down the stairs to get a bottle of wine and two glasses. In the kitchen, I remember when Mark fucked me over the counter; it was a quickie as my parents where asleep upstairs. It was so sexy and fun, I came so hard and got filled with his load. Pushing the memory aside, I head back up the stairs to my parents' room. I pour two glass of red wine and leave them on the bedside table. I close the curtains and dim the lights. I walk to my room grabbing my phone to see Mark that still hasn't.