Tim quickly took advantage of the accidental gift. He began kneading her tits. Jill squirmed harder than before. "Tim, quit. Let go of my tits; quit f...eling me like that. She started to spin one way then reversed her direction. The ploy worked and she was able to spin around. But Jill realized her mistake when she found herself face to face with her son and his rigid cock buried against her pussy mound. Tim too was caught unaware. It took him a moment to realize his good fortune. He dipped. This wasn’t going to take long, unless I wanted it to. I moistened my finger and smeared my juices around. Dip, wet, stroke; dip, wet, stroke. Dip, wet, stroke, and fight to keep my wobbling knees apart. Dip, wet, stroke, dip, wet, stroke, dip, wet, stroke and plunge! Ow! There was pleasure and pain as I scratched myself. Damn my wonderfully curated nails! I stroked myself and tried a little plunge, a plungette if you will. Dammit, this wasn’t going to work. I thought about taking my nightstick. But it was a nasty thing to do and I would never have permitted myself to be demeaned in that manner if I had not been drugged out of my mind.I watched in surprise. It humiliated me all the more when I had an orgasm as Kevin teased me with his tongue. I was embarrassed because that was the first time I had ever had an orgasm with another person, even while I was married. I had, on rare occasions, sought relief from the shower massager, a trick I learned about from a magazine. It had been quite. Fortunately, my roommate soon came up with a solution. Hey! she suddenly said, breaking the silence that had settled between us, I have an idea. I nodded, too lazy to speak. Her answer came in the form of a single word, yet that was enough to force me out of my passive state. Popsicles! was all she said. Sharing a quick glance, we both jumped up and hurried out of the apartment. Minutes later, we reached the grocery store, only to discover it had already been raided by equally sweaty customers..