She stepped into the shadows of her room and turned. Chris was on his way to the bathroom, his softening but still enormous prick wobbled back and for...h, leading the way. Heather carefully found her bed in the dark and very nearly collapsed on it. She stripped off her sleep shirt and assumed her own position for self pleasure. She lay on her back with her legs slightly open. Her right hand rubbed the skin above her clit while her left hand stroked and caressed her right breast. She tried not to. ? He mused. ?Your home and kids. You on the PTA ??She paused her head mid-bob, then nodded to signify she was.?I wonder what all the teachers and soccer moms would say if they could see you now ??He sat silent a while, savouring her unsophisticated but rhythmic slurping. Her lips kept making obscene glugging noises round his shaft. ?You have two kids, right ? Four and two. Nice ages. I’ll bet they love their bedrooms, the den, the yard.?Her blue eyes glanced at him but she stayed concentrated. 'You get me?''Oh yes my Big Boy I love that idea, that should shift her lazy ass, lets do it, my lover,' I excitedly said.We arranged this for the following week, one weeknight evening. I craftily asked Tracy if she was seeing Mark that night. She said no. So perfect.Jazz knocked at the door and came in with TenB(Winston). Winston a tall black, deep South African accented man. Slightly scruffy pants, like trainers and a dirt stained sweat shirt. I noticed the size of his massive feet, in dirty. "Can I see what I look like?" asked Phil. He also wore a bra, this onepadded with panty hose out to a B-cup. Over the bra he wore a whiteblouse with rose-colored stitching, tiny pearly buttons and a sharp-pointed collar. The bottom of the blouse Kelly had tucked into a pairof women's stretch jeans; under the jeans Phil wore a panty girdle tokeep suspicious bulges from showing. Not that I'm exactly over builtdown there, he thought. The girdle was from Frederick's of Hollywoodand had hip and.