"don't stop, keep going," she moaned, in a sultry voice. I was a little nervous, but I knew more than anything I wanted to keep going, wanted to touch...her and feel her flesh in my hands. The tips of my fingers reached her pubic hair, and Jen, ever so slightly, lifted her hips up from the lounge, moving my fingers even further, deeper. It was finally happening, and I was in complete nirvana. Her legs, again, ever so gently, began to move apart just a little bit, granting me more access. My hands. I took a final look at myself in the mirror and, unable to resist, put my left hand between my legs and teased up and down my pussy lips, before turning around and going toward my bed. I sat on the edge, threw the duvet back, and picked a towel up off the radiator to dry my hair before lying in bed, pulling the duvet over my body.Within a few minutes, my body began to warm up and I thought about the party and what might happen. It wasn’t a conscious move but my hands moved up my body to first. You raise your head and see a man wanking while he watches us. You tell him to come closer and when he does we see that it's the same man as saw that came with us at the traffic lights earlier.He blushes and tells us he followed us to see what we might do. He apologises and starts to put in his still hard dick into his pants again. You look at me and then at the man as his just about to walk away, you ask if he would like to join us. He turns around with biggest smile ever on his lips and says. I was torn between if I was ready to come face-to-face with him and that I was dying to see him. He wasn’t there for dinner nor had he shown up when Mom and Dad were ready to turn in. I dawdled in showering and doing all the other little things I usually did before getting in bed.I’d given up on seeing him that night and had just gotten in bed when I heard the front door close and the lock click. I waited expectantly for my bedroom door to open. I heard the toilet flush and seconds later the.