She slid hertongue up and down my member licking and kissing the top until I thoughtI was going to cum. I felt a movement behind me and a hand started...tostroke me, I was enthralled I put my hand behind me and felt some verysexy bulging panties. As I felt myself get nearer to cuming I grabbedthe hard cock behind me and then slipped my hand inside the panties.? I could feel my panties being pulled further down to my ankles and jellybeing rubbed between my cheeks, the finger slid up and down my. ” Tiffany was glad to see Mr. Johnson staring under her skirt.This is so easy. All guys are the same.“Yeah, um, maybe I can help a little. It’s not like, um, I’d be doing your work.”Mr. Johnson never looked up, and his mouth gaped when Tiffany continued to spread her legs, so much that the short skirt rode up so high that even she was able to see her lime-green panties. She fanned her knees and saw Mr. Johnson lick his lips.“Do you masturbate?” Mr. Johnson asked.“What!”“Do you. I want your other hand to weave your fingers into my hair, your grasp guiding my head to the pace you desire with a light tugging on my hair to keep me in place. I want to feel your hips thrusting towards me, each rise and fall bringing you closer to the ecstasy within your reach. I want to look up and see your head rolled back against the seat, eyes closed and your mouth open – as if there were no words that could describe the moment. I want to feel your hands twist in my hair, your grip. Every time the sensitive head of her cock rubbed against my palm, a shudder went through my wife's body. Every eye in the clearing were glued to wife's cock. The women all grew wet with desire, their nipples hardening and their eyes shiny with lust. I could smell their arousal in the air, mixed with the fragrant cedar burning on the bonfire. I pumped harder, kissing my wife's neck. An expectant hush fell over the group as they waited for Chantelle's cock to spew its seed.I could feel Chantelle.