You cup your tits through your bra as you squat down a little, feeling the cool water running past your pussy feels so good, your knickers are soaked ...hrough but you don’t care, they were already wet before you got in the water so what does it matter? You slip one hand inside your bra, it feels so good, feeling your hard nipple, squeezing it, tugging it, remembering last night when you had them covered in oil. You pull your bra down, not caring that your outside, in just a pair of wet. Just when I felt that unmistakable wave cresting, there was a knock at her bedroom door. I instantly froze in position and my eyes locked on hers. Another knock.“Lisa? Is everything okay in there?”It was her mother.In sheer panic, I scurried off the bed, slamming my knee into her bedpost. I crouched down beside the bed, rubbing my aching knee, while Lisa scrambled toward the door.“Everything is fine, Mom,” she said through the door. “Go back to bed.”When she returned to the bed, Lisa was. “Damn!” He exclaimed, “These are the best tits I’ve ever seen.” Amanda smiled. “Get your cock out and fuck them… If you want?” She encouraged. She then dropped to her knees and helped him pull his trousers and boxers down around his ankles, releasing his hard prick. Amanda then leaned forward into his lap while he pushed his hips up, lodging his stiff pole between her tits. She squeezed them together, engulfing his cock, as he began to slide it back and forth between her deep cleavage. Soon his. We got to the room and went in. I looked back at the men as we went into the room and smiled to make sure they knew I knew! My gf went straight to the loo. I took the opportunity to open the curtains. She came back naked and simply collapsed on the bed, drunk, dead to the world.I stripped and went to the bed. She was out cold, but I checked by opening her legs, fingering her cunt, sucking her tits; all the time hoping the old guys were outside watching.After a few minutes I got up and opened.