When he removed his jeans, I gasped his cock was as I remembered it, long and thick. He just stood there, ogling me, as it grew harder. I slid three f...ngers inside my wanting hole, and quivered all over. I slowly finger-fucked myself, making sure to mew and moan to his delight. I ran my drenched fingers up over my clit, and heard him growl hungrily. “Grrrrr, make yourself cum lil-darlin!” I smiled coyly. One hand continued playing with my hot-box, as the other moved to my breast and squeezed. ' "Hmm, I get the feeling this has nothing to do with the miners' strike. Is that my video, Professor? Were you thinking of getting off to it again when I interrupted you? You can tell me," she crooned cozily.His mind scrambled with the possibilities. Should I come clean and tell her? Would she be horny enough to want to watch me get myself off to her own peep show? While his cock twitched and bulged from the idea, she decisively closed the laptop lid. "Or would you rather get off on the real. He always brought me along. I was like a novelty act to him and all his friends. "Christy The sexy boobs" they called me. They also called me "Christy jugs," because they said I looked just like the blond with the big boobs on that 70's sitcom "Three's Company." Anyway, Tommy brought me to Harry's party, and now, despite my head-cold, I was lying completely naked on his bed, wondering what they were going to do to me. Whatever it was, I would agree with it; I ALWAYS agreed with what they. Jill growled and bit his lip. “Push your finger in, honey, two…three…all. Oh god, oh god oh god.” Jill shook as pleasure overtook her. Tim thrust two fingers into the saturated cavern and then another. He bent over and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Jill gurgled like a leaking faucet. Her pussy seemed to suck on his fingers like a little mouth. He wanted to grab his cock, jack-off, fuck something with it, anything…his hand, her cunt…any hole. He pushed his hips against her thigh and Jill felt.