." he began, before she lifted her other hand, flashing out four more fingers. Thomas’s smile grew wider as she began to blush, quickly taking anoth...r nervous drink of her coffee. "And how many of those were repeat performers?" he asked, crossing his arms as he grew more intrigued by his friend's mom enticing answer. "Uh uh," Janice, scolded with a wave of her finger. "My turn." "Right. Sorry. I forgot." He replied. "Have...you...ever...had a threesome?" she asked. "Nope," Thomas stated flatly.. The head of his cock hitting the back of Tammy’s mouth; she didn’t resist and seemed to try and get more of his cock in her mouth.Tammy’s tongue could taste the juice that leaked more and more from the head of John’s cock and each drop just made Tammy hungry for more. She felt John thrusting as her head bobbed up and down and she wanted it deep in her mouth. She realised she was a whore and need this more than air to breath. Suddenly John pulled Tammy’s mouth off his cock and pushed her face. Her Husband Wyatt helped me load my pack in the back of the van. He was about six feet tall with jet black hair and brown eyes. His hair and nose suggested some Native American ancestry, or maybe Middle Eastern. It was always easy to make assumptions based on physical stereotypes. Our other two adventurers were Sid Simpson and his partner Ryan Thedescu. Sid and Ryan were almost two peas in a pod. Both had short, dirty blond hair, thin faces with sharp noses and both had accents.I got picked up. The paranoia wears off by the time we are at the bar and a weird sensation of relief starts to blow over me. I walk to the table and can feel every little movement of the lace against my skin. I feel immense. My cock is engorged but not enough to show. Just enough to make me feel so very horny. I sit down with Emmy and we start to chat about anything but her now Ex- Boyfriend. I struggle to concentrate as I start relishing my new confidence in wearing lace. In my mind my jeans have disappeared.