And so I did. As blood left my head, I hid my boner in the sand and began to move my hips slowly, pretending to fuck her. My mind drifted away in lust...and torpor.“Julian! Julian!”The yelling of my name woke me up from my fantasies. My mother was standing next to me with her arms crossed. She was a blonde woman in her forties, about the same height as me. Her eyes were the same dark blue as the sea at night. Her breast was a large C cup. I would have found her very hot if it weren’t for her tan. I could tell he loved her smell. Andrea grabbed his hand, and put it back in her pussy. They danced for two more songs before Andrea brought him over to meet me. His name was John, and I could tell he was unsure of what to say to me. I broke the ice by asking how he liked the smell of Andrea’s pussy. Nervously he told me it was the best he ever had smelled in his life. I bought a few rounds of drinks, and we hung out the rest of the night at the club until closing time.In the parking lot, I. She ran out the door and made it onto the bus just before the doors closed, she made her way to an empty seat where she sat down and as the bus bounced around she had and idea. She pulled out a pen from her backpack and started to rub her clit through the skirt, each bounce of the bus drove her clit into the pen and soon she was back to the edge again when the bus stopped and a group of kids got on, one of which sat next to her. Not wanting anyone to know what she was doing she reluctantly but. This time it was Christopher who let loose an elated scream mumbling something incoherent as he popped, both found themselves vibrating from repetitious orgasms. Content, Angie again closed her eyes as she lay there all splayed out when the buzzer resonated through her ears. Disorientation bewildered Angie’s senses as she opened her eyes to find herself still in her bedroom, the buzzing noise was not from a dryer but her alarm. Shutting off the alarm she discovered her nightshirt, bed sheets,.