She rubbed my cock through my stretching pants, and I took full advantage of her dress and no panties to soak my fingers in her dripping teenage pussy... I took my fingers out, only to allow both her an I to taste her salty wet goodness! We arrived, and it looked to be a good enough place. She told me no one would know her there, and that her parents have never been there either, on any visits they made to see her. As we walked in, it was sort of quaint, yet classy. Old european style decor with. “Master Jason?”“Yes, Alfred?”“You have a text message from Miss Stephanie. It is on your tablet.”Jason ran upstairs. In the center of the screen, a small text box had opened. In it a short message. “I’m almost home. Miss you. Steph.”He read the message three times before he took another breath.Mom found him sitting on the family room couch, game controller in hand, while the title screen of a go-kart racing game looped on the video display. He didn’t notice her presence until her hand pressed. I continued the steady, kneading motions, working my way down her back to her buttocks.When I arrived at Sweta’s buttocks, I spread her legs slightly and draped her in a kind of diaper fashion with the drape towel. That way, one butt cheek was exposed, but her pubic area was covered. After thoroughly kneading the buttock with my hands, getting the feel of the flesh and muscle, I used my forearm, leaning over her and sliding the forearm from her buttock down her thigh to the place a bit above. Damn, why am I frozen. Kim helped remove the rest of my wife’s clothes. My wife was quite drunk but seemed to be enjoying every single movement. Kim was back to sucking this guy's cock while he was finger fucking my wife with deep thrusts. This lasted for about a minute when Kim told my wife, “It’s time for some fucking!” Kim had the guy sit on a kitchen chair as she undressed. At least she was going to do the fucking and not my wife. Before Kim could get undressed my wife quickly sat down on.