His white hand and slender fingers looked like those of a girl as it jerked up and down his flushed, veiny cock. Fuck-lube oozed from his pisshole and...dribbled over his white knuckles. He paused to lick the sappy lube off his hand. Then he resumed jerking off like some dirty old man watching a fuck film. His balls kept twisting and rolling in their sac. His toes curled against the bedspread. He squirmed all over the bed as if the bedspread were hot skin he was pleasuring himself against. He. While his hands scooped up past my waist to bond my cloak behind my back, his penis found the thin material of my panties and pressed in again, just at the top of my clit. I had to stop the sounds from escaping my mouth, instead swallowing them. I knew my undies were wet, and if he’d kept going I would have cum right there and then. I was more than throbbing now, aching, already imagining the feeling of his rock hard cock sliding its entire way into me. My fingers itched and finally I forced my. The next morning I didn't immediately believe what had happened. Realization quickly hit me based on the state of my mostly dried pants. Then fear struck. My mother saw me masturbating while I watched her and my father have sex. I couldn't even imagine the trouble I was in. I decided to take a shower before I headed down to facethe music. In the shower visions of the night before kept replaying in my head. I ran my fingers up and down my lips as the warm water cascaded over me. I pictured my. As they walked into the theater, they looked around and saw that it was extremely crowded. They looked around for a couple minutes but could not find two seats together. Chellie rejoiced in her head, as this was all part of her plan. “Come on,” Chellie said as she grabbed Eric’s hand and headed to the very top of the theater. "We’ll just share a seat in the back.” They found one empty seat in the back row. Eric sat down and Chellie sat on his lap. They got comfortable in their seat just as the.