.. knowing they’re about to get knocked-up.”“Really Mom? How do you know?”“I was like that once, and I hear them talking to each other. I jo...n in and get them to telling how they wished they could meet a young stud with a cock as big as a large green cucumber. My son has a cock like that and I want to see you fuck them. I bet we could even make plans to come back and get more pussy from all of them.”“Mom, are you sure? I mean I really like fucking, but I’m only sixteen. They’re not going to. We were polar opposites: Angel and The Monster. Our friends used to tell each of us, “Why do you hang around someone like her?” They couldn’t have respected our answer.We used to delve into public sex just to shock people. We called it Cat and Mouse. She always played the wild, aggressive seducer while I played the demure, sweet victim. We dressed the parts, too. She wore only torn black stockings and a ripped black dress shirt with a thick black stripe painted diagonally across her eyes. I. He took his other hand and, starting just above my mound, pinched the flesh between his fingers as he ran them down past the top of my slit, massaging my clit from the outside. The sensation was unreal as his fingers massaged my well-oiled body and pussy.He was finger-fucking me so fast and hard that my pussy sounded like a one-cylinder engine, puttering at the limits of it’s RPMs, but I didn’t give a fuck. If anything the sound made me hotter and wetter, as if that was possible. I went from. This time it was more for their mutual pleasure, rather than for Frank's, so she concentrated on giving her boyfriend pleasure, wrapping her arms and legs around him and holding him close to her.Helen exclaimed in delight as Tony brought her to orgasm. He continued pounding away inside her, extremely turned on not only by the incredible pleasure of being inside his darling Helen, but also knowing that he was giving pleasure to the man he had to thank for Helen being such a loving, sexy.