I don’t take orders well and I don’t like being told what’s right for me, but he’s obviously used to taking the lead – taking charge – and...something in his voice makes me want to follow him. A shiver correspondingly runs down my back with this thought. I look up, and he’s standing there beaming with two gaudily coloured drinks in tall glasses. “Look! Lunch time is happy hour on cocktails!” I stretch out one arm with a cat-got-the-cream smile. When St. Catherine’s chimes indicate three o’clock,. My fingers rest on the stretchy triangle of material between your thighs. A finger digs into your spongy concealed crack, seeking out the pleasure bud inside the cleft of your pussy. Our moaning is louder already, but there’s no one to overhear. No children to overhear, is what I really mean. Sometimes we enjoy being heard and watched; that’s another side to our naughty nature we indulge from time to time. Not this time, though. This time it’s just us and our private urgency. You already have. We were sixteen, yes, horny every moment we were awake, both virgins, not even with steady girlfriends, up in my room, each with a copy of Playboy open, pants and briefs on the floor, stroking as we dreamed of fucking one of the beauties in the magazine spread before us when my door swung open and there was my mom with an armload of clean clothes.She looked, turned right around and pulled the door closed as our erections un-erected. We quickly stashed the mags as my best friend, Robbie asked. Monday morning koi 6 bje meri neend khuli to maine dkha sb log uth gye hai aur jane ki tyari kr rahe hai main bi uth kr unki help krne lage mere papa bat bat par muhje gussa ho rhe theMuhje bht bura lag rha tha par main kya kr skhta tha chup chaap sunta rha itne door bell baji maine darwaja khola to dkha ki taxi driver aa gya tha phir maine papa ko bta dya ki taxi aa gyi hai papa ne kaha “theek hai driver ko kaho k laggage rakhe” main driver k sath laggage rakne laga about 6:35-40 par mere.