The flat of my hand was between the cleft of her buttocks with my index finger doing a vigorous stroking of her young labia. Her kisses had become ver... demanding and almost frantic as she held herself tightly against me.Brittany had continued her investigation of the newfound mysteries of a male's genitalia. I had felt some light kisses on my scrotum, and then taking a bold step she had taken my balls in her mouth to gently suck. I looked down to see she had laid herself flat with her face. A car driving by honked at us with a few toots, as my hips were planted firmly against Andy’s ass.On the drive back, we had pulled our cocks out from our bike shorts, puling the elastic under our balls. Andy’s cock was fat thicker than 2”, with large balls, we stroked each other’s sweaty cocks as he drove us back home, I leaned over and sucked his fat bulbous tip as he drove, Andy’s cock sweaty and musky. His precum flowed steadily as I swirled my tongue on his tip. We were home in what seemed. ”“You’re welcome, Emily,” I answered, “Just don’t tell anyone about this, ok?”“I won’t,” she agreed.I cleared my throat a bit. “As far as anyone else knows, I slept on the cot,” I insisted. “Ok?”Emily turned her head to look at me. Damn, she was beautiful. I felt a warm rush flood my veins. I knew where my physical senses were heading. I'm sure she could feel my 10-inch hard-on.”Some people would question whether this is...proper. I know, but it’s ok, I’m cold and you are helping me to stay. God, what was the door doing creaking at this time of the morning? His heart started pounding. He sat up, listening harder. Just barely, he could make out quick, shallow breathing and soft footsteps in the living room. Grabbing the handy-dandy, state-of-the-art baseball bat from beneath the bed, he softly padded into the hallway. “Shit!” he heard someone quietly murmur. He froze on the balls of his feet, making almost no sound on the thick carpet. There was light coming from the kitchen, soft.