..can we not just stay with this?" She lightly squeezed my dick through the protective cotton, eliciting a pleasurable groan from me. I backed off, ...nd she again manipulated me to a wet orgasm within the confines of my jockeys, bringing herself off in a chain reaction.As I cleaned myself in the washroom I thought to myself, why would she not let me fuck her? Was this some sort of guilt thing about her marriage? Masturbating someone wasn't considered adultery? I shook my head.I looked for. 'She's getting excited' I thought to myself. 'Do I want to continue this?' But her legs were so soft and alluring that I couldn't stop. I got bolder as I massaged the inside of her thighs, 'accidentally' bumping her pussy from time to time. The wet spot gradually got larger, but Callie made no move to stop me. The accidental bumps became a little more frequent, and Callie finally moved her hands, gently stroking her already erect nipples through her t-shirt. "Mmmmm" she moaned as the wet spot. Loud. "Well, fuck." I murmured to myself. I meandered into Jason's room where he and Dillon were watching a movie. The two f them sat on the edge of Jason's bed, watching the screen intently. "Did you get it?" Jason asked. "No, she kicked me out." I was surprised she'd even been able to. I was a little larger, size 16 built like Marilyn Monroe. I had DD tits, and a toned ass and legs from acting and dancing in musicals. Dillon turned, eyebrows raised, "So shes pissed then."I nodded and took a. We all know!” Bob carried on with his pursuit of the fun, looking to his allies for support. “What ever he does, he’s more decent than you. So I’ll thank you to keep your crude opinions to yourself. We’ll have less of that sort of talk in the pub.” The Landlord had spoken, and no matter what they all thought of the boy, he was not to become fair game for them. Bob, on the other hand, did not see it that way. “Who are you to tell me what I can or can’t say?” He was clearly riled at.