Every evening I’d wait near Her bus-stop and on the days She didn’t show, I’d go into the town and mac-wank watching girls go by, often from a p...one-booth. I was lucky enough on one of those days to see two girls from work, though they recognised me (the creepy weirdo from the stores). I don’t know if they saw my shudders as I filled my pants with cum as they walked by. At this time I’d made a pair of trouser-legs held up by ‘suspenders’ (bits of string fed through slits in the trouser-legs) so. "How do you feel? You look great." I couldn't answer. "Was that a moan I heard?" Ashlyn asked. She touched the hood of my clitoris, and I moaned again. "Yes it was." She said. I felt ashamed, that these girls had just stripped me naked. I hung my head and closed my eyes. Ashlyn began to work my clitoris in slow firm circles. The sensation was undeniable, and I moaned in spite of my feelings. She worked me more, slowly gaining speed until I was gyrating my hips in time with her pressure. I could. Nothing seemed to happen at first, but then I started hearing light moans. It was nothing crazy at first, but hearing just the lightest moans from my best friend had me leaking precum. I pulled my dick out and started stroking myself. I couldn't believe it. Here I was, jerking off on my best friend's couch for the second week in a row, this time while she gets fucked.The moans started to get more intense, I could hear their bodies slapping together, and I heard the occasional "fuck me," and "oh. Then I felt a break through and all of a sudden, my cock started to slip in, Brenda let out a long moan but I now had my cock firmly imbedded inside her fanny.I could see her breathing heavy, shifting a little on the pallets to accommodate my cock more comfortably. I didn’t dare thrust to much and just pulled out a couple of inches with each stroke and very gently at that. Brenda smiled and it looked like she was pleased with my consideration towards her.I still had a hold of her tits and let.