I raised it to my mouth, and from the corner of my eye, saw her friend watch me closely. As the bottle entered my mouth, and the girl who had handed i... to me, stared at our new attraction, I pushed my tongue into the neck of the bottle, then closed my lips around the neck and took another deep draw on the Vodka, making sure she could see my sexual toying with my tongue.Our new friend across the street was now wanking himself, in front of his bay window, much to the glee of the other girl, who. Her body was a work of art, from the definition of every toned muscle to the even golden tan that glazed her unblemished skin. She was not slender and fragile, but strong like an Amazon, and clearly someone who took great care of their body.The gentle, generic relaxation music floated through the room as I drizzled oil between her shoulder blades and began to spread it across her back. Almost at once I could feel the tension she carried that must have brought her here; the muscles were taut and. When I opened up my eyes I saw my friends mother with a shocked look on her face and her hand over her mouth. She must have been surprised that I was masturbating in her shower. I closed my eyes again and started to masturbate faster. When I was just about ready to cum I opened up my eyes again and my friend’s mom was watching with her eyes in the mirror looking right down at my cock and her hand stroking her breast. I shot my hot sticky load and some of my cum hit the glass door and was. "What about that guy?" she asked, nodding towards a short, round guy wearing a red T-shirt with a silver triangle that looked like a super-hero insignia."Easy," I said. "Spherical Trigonometry."Belinda giggled dutifully at my wit. "And him?" a tall gaunt guy with a droopy moustache."String theory," I said, deadpan."That's not a real thing," she giggled. "How can you have a theory of string? What about sticky-tape theory?" They missed a golden opportunity there," I said. "They called the next.