I began bucking my hips against my hand, drawing closer and closer to orgasm.But then I opened my eyes. And there it was. Proud and thick, so engorged...that it could barely fit through the hole, was Kyle's cock. I really didn't expect that, and I had no idea what to do in that moment. He was no longer quietly masturbating in his bedroom... he was offering me his dick. And I wanted it. More than anything, I wanted it. I was maddeningly close to orgasm, with lust and desire clouding out reason. I. But definitely slowly enough so that, for a brief instance, I had a clear view up her skirt ALL the way to her pussy!!! oh my gawd, I thought to myself, did i just see what I thought I saw???The skirt was short enough and her movement deliberate enough that I was able to see that she had what appeared to be red panties on beneath her pantyhose. I saw the cotton panel of her hose, clearly, and saw red on either side of it. Well, I MUST tell you, that was nearly enough for this naughty voyeur to. A sudden jerk raised me out of my seat causing me to bump my head on the top of the cab. He glanced at me, grinning as he spurred the truck on. I shot him a disdainful look wondering to myself, ‘what was I doing here?’ Finally, he stopped in a clearing, shifting the truck into park and turning the key, the engine ticked and heaved in response. He got out of the truck, humming to himself as he jumped into the bed, spreading out a blanket. Dejectedly, I sighed and pushed open my door, lowering. I was justly rewarded. I came home most days to a quick blowjob before Dad got home. On the weekends, Mom let me get her outside and allowed me to lead her around the side for a blowjob in front of the trellis, sometimes twice a day. Perhaps Mom was so generous because real piano practice was now being taken more seriously as the date for the recital was near. We truly practiced music in our sessions. But on one occasion, I followed Mom and waited on the blind side of the wall as she bowed and.