“Deana, we, I, ah—”“Damn, look at that,” Deana said. The difference between spandex and leggings wasn't something Evan understood; to him, p...isley leggings were just as hot as black tumbler pants. He was grateful Deana didn't wear either. The ass in the leggings had an attitude, and he expected the girl to make him wait while she crossed the street. He slowed to a crawl. She wasn't intentionally swinging her ass, but that wasn't required to make him stare. Up, down, over and back, it danced,. As the sun set over the horizon the lights came on below and people became more scarce. I held Marie’s hand and brought her into the room. The light of a lamp across the room was the only illumination. Marie reached out and quietly started to unbutton my shirt, pulling it back off of my shoulders, baring my upper half. She reached down and undid my shorts letting them fall to the floor. Leaving me in just a pair of boxers. She hooked her fingers under my boxer band and pulled them down. "Please. I'm so so so sorry." She begged. "Kim, it's ok. I'm not mad at you." He moved his hand from his dick. In doing so, he accidentally brushed against Kimberly's pussy. For an instant he could have sworn she arched her back and let out a very faint gasp. Mark froze, not knowing if she had liked it or if he had crossed a line with her. Luckily one of the c***dren broke the awkwardness by throwing a pool toy at the 'swamp monster' demanding he let the 'princess' go. Mark swung Kimberly back. I wanted to cum; I wanted to feel something other than my sore throat. I was lost in my pleasure, my hand moving up and down, and the sheet rising and falling with my movement.“Oh my,” she said as she lifted the sheet. My eyes popped open, I had not heard the sound of her legs rubbing together, my nurse had returned and caught me masturbating and I was afraid she could read my dirty thoughts of her perfect white body and my thoughts of her pointy tits. I don’t know why my hand refused to.