“I want to feel your prick flushing my cunt full of your cream.”“Aaarrgh! Claire!” I bellowed as my balls jumped and my prick began to belch h...ge wads of spunk into her belly. I hammered her hard with every shot, and she used her legs to keep me as deep as possible while the torrent flowed, pulse after pulse into her welcoming snatch.I’d forgotten about Jazz. I’d forgotten about everything else but pumping Claire as full of my baby-makers as possible, so I was surprised when I felt her hand on. Mrs Stone was getting into a trans like state, she moaned and thrust her pussy over my cock. I was not sure I could hold it back much longer with this gorgeous young woman watching me. I could see that her chest was heaving from heavy breathing and her nipples were poking out. They looked like they were very hard. As Mrs Stone was getting closer to her climax, Miss Stone told her mother that she had not made love for almost 6 months and that she needed it badly. I guess Mrs Stone heard that. We were all single and wanted to be liked by the boys. Once the costumes arrived, one hour before the party, we tried them on. Mine was a black outfit, with a blouse that showed my cleavage and a straight miniskirt that was too short, just one inch below my panties. I was worried my panties, which were bikini cotton and all white (I always wear white or pink bikini panties), would stand out and show when I sat down or leaned over, and didn’t want to go down downstairs where the party had. His T-shirt is like a second skin hugging his well-developed chest and abs. His faded jeans are hanging low on his hips. Fuck, I need a man so bad. This boy is so good-looking, oh my, I think.He waves as I walk up to the door and I wave back. I open the door to speak to him.“Hey JJ, how are you? I forgot you were going to be here,” I say as I am leaning against the door jam. “Yes ma’am, Mrs. Jones, today is the day,” he replies but he is not looking into my eyes. Instead, he is staring at.