Throwing on a pair of kicks, with no socks. Skipping the shower, as discretely as I could—didn't want the other guys to notice, or catch on. Then je... home as quickly as I could. It was like a race going down the stairs to the basement, pulling my kicks off, and huffing on them like a d**ggy huffing glue. I would take deep whiffs, inhaling my own foot funk. It got better throughout the year as the sneaks got more and more dirty, and thus more and more stink. My jeans would come off quickly—then. "Dessie knew that would trip her husband's switch. A few strokes later, Phillip roared as he short-stroked a couple of times, drew all the way back, slammed forward and held, grunting as if he were trying to push Lacy's ass through the bed.Dane grabbed Dessie's legs and pushed them back to her breasts. A few short strokes and he bellowed out as Dessie squealed when she felt Dane's wet warmth squirt against her womb. Her orgasm went through the roof, her legs kicking, as she watched her husband. Minutes later, she and Kristine stumbled out of the bar. I got out and opened the passenger side doors for them. Kristine climbed in the front and my mom got in the back and kind of laid down across the seat. “Pete, you have to take me home right now. I don’t feel well at all,” my mom slurred from the back seat. “You can drop off Kristine after, but I have to be home A-S-A-P!” I’d never seen my mom this drunk so I glanced at Kristine. “Do you mind?” “No, not at all - she got into some kind. While we were returning, heavy rain lashed us on a summer noon. The downpour was so heavy that we drenched in no time.As it was a secluded place, we had no place to stopover so we took shelter under a tree. There was no sign of rain stopping. I was caught in such a situation with Ajay who didn’t miss the chance to closely feast on my wet body.My light blue nighty in its wetness stuck to my body and had become fully transparent. My breasts, light brown nipples, waist, belly and black panty were.